All Chapters of Tempting my mafia brother -in-law: six months of sin : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Chapter 12:Julianna’s POVFor a woman born into the syndicate, life was a series of calculations disguised as elegance. Every performance was written in blood. I stood before the full-length mirror, my chest heaving silently while my mother smoothed the stiff fabric of my tailored ivory dress. Today was the emergency summit with the Russo family’s remaining capos. Our shipping empire was bleeding out from the Vegas losses. Every ledger we opened felt like another nail in our coffin. Father involved me in the family business, keeping me in the know of every dollar that was going down the drain and every business that was sinking. And with every loss he looked at me more fiercely as if he was trying to spot out the demon in me that would prevent the deal with the Marchettis blow up. They were our only hope. Nothing could go wrong with this alliance.And it weighed down on me all day, everyday."Smile, Julianna," my mother murmured, pinning a stray blonde strand into my perfect updo. "T

Chapter 14Julianna's POVI wanted it bad. I was dripping but before I could even choke out a reply, a sharp, piercing sound cut through the tension.Ring. Ring. Ring.Dante paused and we both listened to my phone ring in my purse.My purse was on a chair near the desk, and the screen was glowing bright in the shadows.Alistair.Panic hit me as my eyes widened. The reality of who I was, where I was, and what I was doing came crashing down. "Dante—stop," I gasped, my fingers digging into the edge of the mahogany desk. "It’s him. Dante, please, let me go, I have to pick it up—""I don't think you do," Dante growled against my ear. I could tell he was smiling.He didn't pull away. He didn't even flinch. If anything, the ringing phone made his grip on my waist turn tighten. He drove his fingers back into me, even deeper this time, hitting my G-spot with a force that cut the air from my lungs."D-Dante—" I sobbed, my head tossing back against his chest as the phone kept buzzing."Let it ri

Chapter 16Julianna's POV"Why did my security team find a log of your phone connecting to a cell tower downtown near Dante's private office at midnight? Right when you told me you were tucked in bed?"I swallowed the lump in my throat and did my best to hide my shock. Alistair was tracking me. What sort of twisted man was this? I should have expected it. He was looking for a reason to break me. I wouldn't give him one."I…I…Alistair."Breathe, Jules."I told you, I had an injury while talking to you on the phone. My feet — I had to rush to the hospital so I could wear my heels today for this lunch. I didn't even realize it was in Dante's territory." That was the best I could come up with and anyone would have believed that, but the look on Alistair's face showed he wasn't convinced in the slightest. I made fists with my hands and released them, over and over. My heart thumped in my chest as I looked up into his cold eyes — nothing like Dante's. God, I wished they were Dante's."Is t

Chapter 18Julianna's POVThe loss of him left me cold and sore.When Dante pulled out and dropped me onto my feet, my knees buckled under the weight of the emotional and physical shock. I had to press my palms flat against the rusted metal of the shipping crates just to stay upright. I tried to catch my breath as I held on to the crates while my other palm pressed against my lower belly. The air in the warehouse felt freezing now, a contrast to the aggressive heat that had just consumed us minutes ago.“Alistair, again?” Dante’s voice didn’t thunder this time. It was a low whisper that vibrated with a dangerous, quiet fury.His jaw was clenched tightly and his grey eyes darkened and he regarded me from a few steps away. He was staring at me as if I had just plunged a knife into his chest, completely uncomprehending of the damage he had been doing seconds prior. Anger filled me and I could have lunged at him if I wasn't in pain."It’s the safe word, Dante!" I choked out, a sob breaki

Dante's POVI turned around and walked back toward Julianna, my phone still buzzing in my palm, my father's name flashing across the screen. But my eyes weren't on the phone. They were locked on her mouth — flushed, parted, swollen. She was still trying to catch her breath, her eyes shining with unrestrained, unmistakable need. The sight of her like this, undone, drowning in my clothes, was soul food.I looked down at the screen, my thumb hovering over the green icon as I forced my breathing to slow. I needed a second to lock the boy from Nevada back where he belonged — in the past. I needed to become the icy, cold-hearted Marchetti I was raised to be. But her eyes, mirroring my own hunger, started a war inside me I already knew I'd lose."Dante." She adjusted the collar of the shirt at her neck.Her voice wasn't trembling anymore. I turned my head to look at her over my shoulder. She was standing on her bandaged foot, pale but stubbornly upright, swallowed whole by my clothes."We sh