All Chapters of BLOOD AND VOWS: THE MAFIA WRONG BRIDE : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER 62AN UNCANNY ENCOUNTER CHIARAThe smile on Claudia's face was like a katana wrapped in silk. "Valentina, darling." She air-kissed both my cheeks, her perfume flooding my senses. "I almost didn't recognize you. You look... different. Cleaner. You're finally growing into those cheekbones, I see."I gripped the cotton dress in my hands tightly, picturing her face. "What are you doing here?""Shopping. Same as you, apparently." Her gaze swept over me, moved to the guards at the door, the housekeeper then back to me again. "Though I must say, I'm surprised. The last I heard, you were locked in a room somewhere in that dreadful estate. And now here you are, out in public, buying dresses." Her smile sharpened. "Did you finally learn to please your husband, or did he just get tired of hearing you cry?"I swallowed as the words hitting a low nerve in my belly. I knew she was there to insult me, but why did it hit this hard?"He trusts me," I said, my voice steadier than I felt. "Tha

CHAPTER 64THE OPERATIVELUCIENI set the whiskey down without drinking."You want to go undercover into De Luca's organization." The words came out flat, exactly in the same tone I used when one of my men suggested something so monumentally stupid it required immediate correction. "No.""You said you'd hear me out.""I heard you. And the answer is no."Letting out a little sigh, she stepped closer to the desk, fixing her dark eyes on mine with an intensity I rarely saw from her. "You haven't let me explain.""You don't need to explain. De Luca's organization is a fortress and his people are vetted for years before they're given any real access. You'd be walking into a den of wolves with no backup, no extraction plan, and no way to verify your cover.""I know all of that."I gave her a pointed look. "Then you know why it's suicide.""I know it's risky and I also know it's the only way we're going to get rid of all the headache associated with him." She pulled a folded sheet of paper

CHAPTER 66REWINDING MEMORIES CHIARA(Earlier…)The picture frame was cool in my hands as I examined it. I had set it down once already, but something pulled me back. I lifted the frame again, tilting it toward the lamplight, and that was when I noticed it. The wallpaper behind Elena's shoulder looked so familiar I could swear I've seen it somewhere. A place that wasn't in this house. Where could that have been?Shaking my head slightly, I pushed the thought to the back of my head and set the frame down before walking out of the bedroom. I don't know what it was, but something in me wanted to find Lucien. My feet made no sound on the marble as I retraced the path to Lucien's study. Maybe I could also ask him about the wallpaper and where the picture was taken. Few steps away from the study door, I heard a loud crash. What the fuck was that!?Another loud sound as some things clattered to the floor. Marco's sharp and furious voice drifted into my ears, followed by Lucien's cold v

CHAPTER 68THE SNOUT OF A DOG CHIARAGrowing up, I used to enjoy staying alone all day in my room. Until I got here. Now I hate staying by myself. Everything is just so… boringggggThe room was too quiet. Lucien has been gone for an hour now, maybe more. I tired to read my book, but the words kept blurring together. I tried a few other things– pacing, staring out the window and even doing a few exercise. But nothing seemed interesting at that moment. I was like that in that state for hours. Letting out a small sigh, my eyes glazed through the room, landing on the closet. The door was cracked open, so I pushed off the bed and walked towards it. Pushing it wider, I stepped inside. His clothes hung in neat, rigid rows. The closer was filled with dark suit, black jackets, white shirts and charcoal trousers. There was no colour of variation, just the same uniform repeated a dozen times over. It was like he found one thing that worked and refused to consider anything else.How can som

CHAPTER 70WHAT YOU DO TO MECHIARAThe moment his lips claimed mine, the last coherent thought in my head dissolved.Those two words sounded like a promise or a threat, I didn't know Which. And I didn't care. All I knew was the weight of his body shifting over mine and the heat of his bare chest pressing me into the mattress. His hand slid from my spine to my hip, gripping the skin there hard, I could almost swear if was bruised. "Tell me what you want." His voice was like gravel against my throat as his lips trailed fire down the column of my neck."You."He hummed against the hollow of my neck. "Be specific."The command sent a shiver straight to my core. My legs parted on instinct, my body answering before my brain could catch up. The shirt I had on had fallen completely open, and his mouth followed the path of the fabric. Trailing all the way to the curve of my breast. I but down on my lips. "Lucien.""Tell me."But I couldn't say a word. The words were trapped behind the ache