All Chapters of The Mafia's Princess Biker Bodyguard : Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

*Brianna*The hairs on my entire body stand at once. I can feel it. Someone is watching me.I tell myself it's grief. The courtyard is packed with my relatives, each one dressed in black, mourning the death of Luca Dimitrou, my father's uncle. The sky hangs low and heavy, with the stifling scent of wet earth and crushed lilies. The clouds are dark enough that the rain could break any second.Women dab at their eyes. Men stand stiff with their hands folded, their faces carved from stone.I step forward and drop a rose on the casket. The petals look too red against the polished wood. I hold my breath, then step back and take my place beside my father.He doesn't move. He doesn't shed a single tear. His jaw is set, eyes unblinking behind dark designer sunglasses. He stares ahead as if the man in that box meant nothing, and I know better than to ask him why.As the next in line to become the head of the Dimitrou crime family, I try to mimic his cold composure, but beneath my sharply tailo

Antonio slowly lifts his head, and his autumn eyes settle on the mirror.They settle on me.I know he can't see through the glass. I know it's a mirror on his side, nothing but his own reflection and a bare concrete wall. But he stares at it like he's looking right at me, like he can feel me standing here, and a shiver runs down my spine."I want to be alone with him," I say without looking at Marco."No," Marco says instantly, his voice low and firm. "You can't, Brianna. He could be dangerous. We don't know who he is or who he works for. He could have a knife in his boot or a hundred other ways to hurt you.""He's cuffed.""That doesn't matter."I say nothing. I keep my eyes on Antonio, who hasn't looked away and is still smirking at the glass."He won't hurt me," I say quietly. "Not here."Marco is silent for a long moment. I can feel him weighing it, and I can sense the exact second he decides he's too tired and too heartbroken to fight me tonight. He sighs, long and heavy, and nod

"It will be me."The words leave my mouth before I can second-guess them. They hang in the air, thin and bright, and every head at the table turns.Enzo's smile doesn't falter; it only sharpens."No, Brianna," he says calmly. "It won't be you. It will be me."My frown cuts deep. "I'm next in line for the seat. I'm his only daughter, and my father has been preparing me for this since I was sixteen.""Preparing you," Enzo repeats, tasting the word. He leans back, his fingers laced across his stomach. "Yes, for some distant day when he would be old and gray and you would be ready. But that day hasn't come."His voice drops, soft and heavy with fake sympathy. "You're not ready, my dear. Everything has happened too fast. You're unprepared, and the family can't afford to wait while you learn."A murmur ripples around the table. A few nod approvingly.My blood runs hot."Says who?" I snap, and I'm on my feet before I realize it. My palms flatten against the table. "Who says I'm not ready? Yo