All Chapters of The Dons Vengeance bride : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Luca’s POVVito Romano had spent most of his life making men wait for him, so I made him wait forty-three minutes just long enough for him to understand that it was deliberate.I sat behind my desk with a glass of whiskey untouched beside my hand, reading the same page of a shipping report for the third time while one of the most powerful men in our world waited on the other side of my door.Matteo stood near the window, staring down at the rain washing over the city. “You’re enjoying this too much,” he said.“I haven’t started enjoying myself yet.”“You’ve kept him outside for almost an hour.”“Forty-three minutes.” I corrected and the bastard actually smiled.“You counted?”“No. Vitiello did.”The enormous man standing beside the door didn’t move. “I did not.”I looked at him, Vitiello stared straight ahead and Matteo laughed. “Let him in.”Vitiello opened the door and Vito Romano entered alone, that was shocking because men like Vito rarely walked anywhere without enough armed prot

FionaI knew things were bad when my father who didn’t believe in locked doors inside his own house, yet for the past three weeks, his study door had remained locked whenever he was inside.Men came at strange hours and conversations stopped when I entered rooms, my mother had developed the habit of checking her phone during dinner even though she had spent my entire childhood telling us phones had no place at the table.And yesterday, two armed men had followed me into a bookstore, one even stood beside the romance section looking like he wanted to shoot every shirtless man on the covers.“He’s late.” My mother looked toward the dining-room doors for what had to be the fifteenth time, I cut another piece of chicken.“He’s always late.”“Not for dinner.” That was true, my father treated family dinner like a sacred ritual. men could kill each other before six and continue after eight, between those hours, Vito Romano preferred everyone seated at his table.My sister Viviana hadn’t come

Fiona’s POVBy nine in the morning, our house had completely lost its mind.My mother had rejected three different table arrangements because one was too formal, another wasn’t formal enough, and the third apparently made the dining room look like a funeral.Nobody pointed out that inviting a mafia Don to inspect the daughter he’d demanded as payment already felt enough like a funeral. But I guess we were all ignoring that.“White roses, Teresa? Really? I expected better.”“Mrs. Romano, I thought—”“White roses are for funerals!”I looked up from the staircase. “Mamma, they’re also for weddings.”Mother turned toward me. “That isn’t helping, Fiona.”“Sorry. Although red symbolizes blood, so perhaps—”“Go upstairs!”I looked down at my shorts and oversized shirt. “Why? I’m technically wearing clothes.”“Luca Ricci will be here in four hours, and you look like you just woke up.”“I woke up twenty minutes ago, actually.”She pointed upstairs, and I reluctantly obeyed.Apparently, when a

Fiona’s POVLuca Ricci was staring at me, not glancing or politely acknowledging my presence, but staring like he’d never seen a woman descend a staircase before and i was staring right back.God, he was beautiful.It was actually offensive how beautiful he was and his steel-grey eyes were fixed on me with an intensity that made me suddenly conscious of every step I took.How could a monster be that pretty?Seriously, was there no justice in this world? Couldn’t God have given him a crooked nose or terrible teeth? Something to make hating him a little easier?Instead, he’d apparently decided to make the devil look like that.I tightened my grip on the railing and continued downstairs, determined not to trip and give the bastard the satisfaction.Mother walked beside me, looking considerably calmer than I felt.“Stop staring,” she whispered.“I’m not staring.”“Fiona, you’ve barely blinked.”I almost laughed, which was unfortunate because Luca chose that exact moment to smile and I im

Fiona’s POVI straightened and offered him the sort of smile I’d perfected during years of attending Father’s unbearable social events.“Well, Mr. Ricci, I believe this marriage represents a wonderful opportunity to strengthen the relationship between our families. Given the current circumstances, an alliance would benefit everyone involved, and I’m grateful that you’ve agreed to help protect my family.”There was nothing but silence as Luca stared at me, that made me smile harder. “Naturally, marriage is a serious commitment, and although the arrangement was unexpected, I’m sure we’ll both do our best to make it successful.”He rolled his eyes like actually rolled his eyes and I stopped he clearly wasn’t buying what I was saying.“Excuse me?”“Jesus Christ, Fiona.”My smile disappeared. “What?”“Did your father write that speech for you?”I frowned. “I beg your pardon?”“Because if he did, tell him it needs work. I’ve heard more convincing statements from politicians caught stealing