All Chapters of The Mafia Princess: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

I woke to the press of his mouth between my thighs.Gentle. Intentional. Like he had all the time in the world—and I was the only thing worth worshipping.My breath hitched before my eyes even opened. The room was quiet, the kind of hush that only came before chaos. But Luca was already awake, already tasting me like I was his favorite kind of trouble.“Good morning, bambina,” he murmured against my skin, voice low and reverent.I arched into him, fingers clutching the sheets. “You’re supposed to be letting me sleep.”“I am,” he said, lips trailing upward, slow and deliberate. “I’m just making sure you wake up happy.”I laughed—soft, breathless, already undone. “You’re ridiculous.”“And you’re marrying me anyway.”His mouth found mine next, and I melted. Today was supposed to be about vows and champagne and pretending we weren’t part of a criminal dynasty. But right now, it was just us. And I wanted to stay in this moment forever.Until—BANG BANG BANG.“GreenWee! Are you awake? I bro

The music had mellowed into something warm and nostalgic, the kind of rhythm that made even the toughest guys sway a little. My cheeks ached from smiling. My feet were sore. And my heart—my heart was doing that thing where it danced and sank at the same time.Luca was off with Bruce and Sal, probably arguing over which bottle to open next. Sam was perched near the cake table, keeping one eye on the crowd and one on me. And Talia—our frosting-smeared flower girl—was stirring under the table like a sugar-fueled gremlin.I crouched beside her, brushing a curl from her cheek. “Hey, you still got one job left.”Her eyes popped open. “Baby Time?”I nodded. “Let’s go make some noise.”Gina stood beside Gio, glowing and gorgeous, one hand resting on her belly, the other gripping his fingers like she was bracing for impact. Gio looked nervous. Like someone had handed him a live grenade and told him it was filled with glitter.Talia marched up between them, wide awake now and buzzing with purpo

The club wasn’t open yet, but the energy was already building. Girls were warming up on stage—stretching, spinning, syncing with the bass that thumped low through the floor. Velvet Lace had its own rhythm, even before the lights hit.I sat in the back booth, half-shadowed, watching the room like it might try something. My burner buzzed against the table, but I hadn’t touched it yet. Not until I was ready.GreenLee was in the office with Tosha. I could hear the muffled hum of their voices through the wall—two women who knew how to run a kingdom, even if the crown was made of neon and dollar bills. They were handling things. But I had something bigger to set in motion.I pulled out the burner, scrolled to the wolf emoji. Fenrir. Jasper chapter. Lords of Valhalla.I hit call.“Need you in KC,” I said when he picked up. “Velvet Lace. One hour. Bring your top three. I’ve got a situation that needs eyes and presence. Not backup—presence.”He didn’t ask why. Fenrir never did. That’s why he w

After breakfast, I spent the entire morning on the phone, pulling together a last-minute graduation party for GreenLee and Sam. Mike’s been helping—he’s got a surprise planned for her and needed a little backup. Before he left for New York, before everything with the girls happened, he’d already sent his mother’s ring off to be cleaned and resized. He was planning to propose this summer. But after what he found this morning—the pregnancy test in the trash—his timeline’s changed.While GreenLee was having a quiet moment with her brothers, I was booking a private room at one of her favorite restaurants. I made it sound like a business deal that needed a lawyer’s finesse, just to give Mike cover to slip away and pick up the ring. Neither Sam nor GreenLee suspected a thing. I got it all handled—my mama would be proud. I didn’t ask for her help this time, even though she’s the queen of party planning. I wanted to do this for my girl.When GreenLee showed me the letter from her mother, I wa

I didn’t cry.Not when Sal hugged me like he was trying to memorize my bones. Not when Rob whispered, “You’re our heartbeat,” into my hair. Not even when John slipped that folded note into my palm and kissed my forehead like he used to when I was five and scared of thunder.I didn’t cry.But I wanted to.The jet behind me gleamed like a lie. Luca’s family was already onboard, sipping champagne and pretending this was just another trip. Sam and Mike were waiting too, quiet and watchful. Luca stood a few feet away, giving me space. He knows me well enough to know I needed this moment with my family before I became someone else entirely.Sal’s eyes met mine. That look—God, that look. It’s the one he gave me the day he taught me how to shoot. The day he told me I’d have to be tougher than the boys. The day he stopped calling me his niece and started calling me his daughter.“You come back wearing that ring like you mean it,” he said.I held up my hand. “I do.”It’s not fake. Not to me. Lu