All Chapters of BLOOD AND VOWS: THE MAFIA WRONG BRIDE : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CHAPTER 112MELTED BODIESCHIARA I felt him fill me up as soon as he entered me. He groaned. “Fuck Valentina, why are you so tight.” I was hugging him so he didn’t see my face fall. I hated it whenever he called me her name. I mean, I don’t blame him since thinks I’m her but that doesn’t mean that I should like it. “Lucien…,” I whimpered, something I’ve been doing since we started having sex. “Please…”“You have to tell me what you want, Bellissima.” My heart fluttered at that name, he has been calling all sort of sweet name since we started fucking and they have been making me feel weird. What a cheeky bastard. He’s been making me swear ever since I met him. “If you don’t talk, I’m going to pull out.” He said. When he didn’t get a response from me, he tried pulling out, but I blocked him with my legs. “No please.” I begged.“Then be a good girl and tell me what you want.” I hid my face in his neck. No matter how many times we do this, I was still so shy.“I want you to fuck me.”

CHAPTER 114DESIRELUCIENI watched her live the office, the annoying smile leaving my face as she closed the doors. I was pissed. Is she that dumb? I was helping her bring in her sister without making her betray me but she didn’t seem to get it. Is that how scared of her sister she is? That thought pissed me off.She is the wife of one of the most dangerous man, she shouldn’t be afraid of anyone. Including me. I went back to my seat and closed my eyes. My mind went back to the last few minutes before our conversation. God, I missed her body. I could practically still feel her warm flesh clamped around me. That thought made me hard again. Fuck. When did I become a man who’s body couldn’t be controlled.I admit that I pretended to be nonchalant about us fucking. I could see her expression through my side eye how sad she was and how she was trying not to make my cold behaviour bother her. But if I hadn’t done that, I would have continued fucking her non stop. I missed how she feels ar

CHAPTER 116THE DON’S WIFELUCIEN The drive to the Bellanadi Foundation’s dinner party was quieter than I expected. The city lights slipped past the tinted windows, painting golden streaks across the glass as our convoy cut through Milan’s evening traffic. Three black SUVs surrounded ours, just as they always did whenever Lucien traveled.I sat beside him in the backseat, trying not to fidget. Trying, being the important word. The silver gown suddenly felt far too elegant. Every time I looked down, I found another imaginary crease to smooth away. I adjusted the fabric for what had to be the twentieth time before finally forcing my hands into my lap.Beside me, Lucien hadn’t moved in almost ten minutes. He sat with one arm resting against the door, the other lazily turning the pages of a report Marco had handed him before we left the mansion. How could someone read at a time like this? Does nothing ever phase him?I was seconds away from meeting some of the most powerful people in It

CHAPTER 118THE COST OF POSSESSIONLUCIENI didn’t tell the driver to move. Not until I saw Chiara disappear through the front doors of the mansion, Two guards followed her inside while Four remained outside. Another six spread themselves across the estate grounds exactly as ordered. Only then did I nod once.The convoy pulled away. The inside of the SUV remained silent. Marco sat opposite me, arms folded, watching the city pass through the tinted windows. He hadn’t said a word since we left the Bellanadi Foundation. That alone told me he was thinking.When Marco stayed quiet for too long, it usually meant he disagreed with something I had done. I didn’t ask. Eventually, he spoke anyway.“That was reckless.”I kept my eyes on the road ahead. “What was?”“You know exactly what.” I said nothing. “You canceled eight years of business because a man touched your wife.”“He shouldn’t have touched her.”Marco sighed. “I’m not arguing with that.”“Then what’s your problem?”“My problem,” he a

CHAPTER 120COUNCIL OF DONSLUCIEN Rome had a way of welcoming power and it was the same way it welcomed history…with absolute silence.Our convoy moved through the narrow streets under heavy escort. Two black SUVs led the way, another two followed behind, while local security coordinated with my own men to secure every intersection before we approached it. The meeting had been arranged weeks ago, but ever since Alessandro De Luca’s name had begun spreading through Italy’s underworld, every precaution had doubled.Marco sat across from me, reviewing the list of attendees on his tablet. “Everyone has arrived,” he said. “Or they’re already inside.”I closed the file in my hands and looked through the tinted window. That was really good. No one important was foolish enough to keep the other Dons waiting. The council was being held inside a centuries-old villa overlooking the outskirts of Rome. To ordinary people, it belonged to an old political family. To men like us, it had served as n