Semua Bab The Mafia Princess: Bab 31 - Bab 40

I couldn't get to the room fast enough. It wasn't my plan to take her now. I was waiting for later after dinner, but the kiss outside of Tony's room changed the plans. As soon as we got to the room I placed her on feet pushing her up againist the door, my hand finding it's way around her throat. I apply a little pressure and she moans...fuck I need to hear more of it. I push up againist her so she can feel what she does to me."Bambina, you have been a bad girl today. What should your punishment be?""Sorry Daddy, I didn't mean to worry you. I knew you would find me. Maybe I should reward you with my mouth before my punishment?""Mmm, Maybe. Maybe Daddy should fuck that pretty little mouth of your's." I say as I brush my thumb acrossed her lips. She sucks it into her mouth. Fuck that was hot. I open the door pulling her inside. My need for her is getting more and more. "strip" I tell her as I sit in the bed. She does as she is told, standing in front of me naked and beautiful."Now co

Sal’s office reeked of cigar smoke and ambition. My father leaned forward at the desk, fingers steepled, eyes dark with calculation. Gio stood near the window, arms crossed tight like his job was holding up the skyline of Brooklyn. Sal, ever the strategist, paced slowly—his shoes made that soft tap on the old wood that told me he was about to dismantle someone’s life or build an empire. Sometimes both.“We can’t stall any longer,” Sal said. “You’ve got to step up, Luca. This wedding—it’s more than ceremony now. It’s momentum.”I nodded, though my stomach twisted. GreenLee’s name still rang in my head, heavy and electric. She’d said she wasn’t the hiding type, but I didn’t expect her to crash this meeting—especially not the way she did.The door flung open.GreenLee strode in like she owned the place, red lips, sharp heels, and a folder in hand. Her eyes found mine first, then flicked to my father, Sal, Matteo.“I’m not playing silent bride-to-be anymore,” she announced. “We move forwa

She was still standing there looking out at the storm that had rolled in, barefoot, defiant, and breathtaking. The storm outside hadn’t touched her, but I had. And I was about to again.I stepped forward, slow enough to give her time to run. She didn’t.“You know what happens if you stay,” I said, voice low, rough with restraint.Her chin lifted. “I’m not afraid of you.”That was the problem. She should be.I reached for her, fingers grazing the curve of her jaw, and she didn’t flinch. Her skin was warm, pulse fluttering beneath my thumb. I leaned in, letting the silence stretch, letting her feel the heat of me before I kissed her—hard, claiming, like I’d been starving and she was the only thing that could feed me.Her breath hitched as I pulled her closer, one hand sliding down her spine, the other anchoring her hip against mine. She fit there like she was made for it—like every fight, every smart-ass remark, every time she’d pushed me away had been foreplay for this.“I warned you,”

I swear, if Kat chops that onion any louder, I’m gonna throw her and the cutting board out the back door. It’s been a long day, and I’m not in the mood for passive-aggressive dicing.The kitchen’s full—Kat, Sam, Gina, Tosha—all pretending they’re helping with dinner while really just stirring drama. I’m at the stove, guarding the sauce like it’s sacred. Because it is. And because it gives me an excuse not to look at anyone too long.“So what’s Lina gonna do?” Gina asks, tossing her hair like she’s auditioning for a shampoo commercial.“She gonna stay?” Sam adds, leaning against the fridge like she owns the place.I don’t turn around. “She’s gonna do what she always does—make a mess and leave someone else to clean it up.”Kat snorts. “You’re still mad.”“Mad?” I stir the sauce slow, deliberate. “I’m territorial. There’s a difference.”Tosha laughs. “You sound like a wolf.”“I am a wolf,” I say, finally turning. “And this is my den.”That shuts them up for a second. Just long enough for

Lina stared out the airplane window, the clouds below her thick and indifferent. She’d been silent since takeoff, her wine untouched, her pride bruised beyond recognition. Gabby. Of all people. Gabby had turned on her.She replayed the moment again—Gabby standing, voice steady, eyes sharp. The meatball. The laughter. The exile.It wasn’t just betrayal. It was humiliation.She’d spent years orbiting Luca, convincing herself she was the gravitational pull. That GreenLee was just a phase. A distraction. A girl with a mouth too big and a past too loud. But tonight, GreenLee hadn’t just taken Lina’s seat—she’d taken the whole damn table.And Luca? He hadn’t even looked back.Lina clenched her jaw, fingers tightening around the armrest. She was losing her place. The one she’d never truly had.“Long night?” a voice asked from across the aisle.She turned. The man was tall, lean, dressed in black like he’d stepped out of a noir film. His accent was faint—Eastern European, maybe. His eyes were