Gianna’s POVThe knife slipped. Blood welled up on my index finger, bright red against the white flour dusting my hands and I stared at it for a moment before the pain registered."Shit." I sucked the wound into my mouth, tasting copper and salt. I glanced around the culinary school kitchen to make sure no one had noticed. Chef Laurent would have my head if I bled on his prep station.But the kitchen was empty. It was almost midnight and I was the only idiot still here, perfecting a damn croissant recipe that refused to cooperate.I have been here for four months to prove to my parents that this wasn't a waste of time. That I wasn't wasting my potential or throwing away my future or whatever other disappointed phrases they liked to throw at me during family dinners.The croissant dough sat on the counter, mocking me. I've been working on this recipe for three weeks and it still wasn't right. The butter kept melting before I could fold it properly.My phone buzzed in my apron pocket.

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Gianna’s POVI did not sleep that night. I lay in my childhood bed, staring at the ceiling and tried to think of a way out because my other idea is rusty. The wedding was in two days. Two days until I belonged to a man I had never met, a man who had killed his first wife and would probably kill me too. I have a very sharp mouth that a man that holds a gun won’t mind pulling a trigger on. My phone was on the pillow beside me, the screen bright in the darkness. I had been searching for hours, looking for anything that might help. Mafia marriage customs. What do mafia men hate that’ll make them cancel a wedding? How to get out of an arranged marriage. What happens to women who refuse the mob? The searches blurred together. Articles about mafia wives. Forum posts from women who had escaped. Stories about women who had not. By three in the morning, I had learned more than I ever wanted to know about the world my parents had kept me from.There’s a comment on a forum, buried deep in a

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Gianna’s POVThe bar was called The SuAve Room. It was a small place, tucked between a bakery and a bookstore with dim lighting. I chose it because it was far from my family's usual haunts and anyone who might recognize me.Maria, Lucia, Sofia and Chiara were with me. They had dressed up, done their makeup, tried to make it look like a real bachelorette party. I sat at the bar, nursing a whiskey and watched the door because so far I have not seen anyone decent enough to marry. I’m desperate, not stupid. The plan was simple: Find a decent man. Convince him to marry me.But the bar was almost empty and the men who were here did not look promising. Either they are too old or drunk or just too married. I was on my second whiskey when the door opened. He walked in like he owned the place. Tall, broad shouldered, wearing a dark suit that looked wildly out of place in a bar like this. His hair was dark, swept back from his face and a jaw that supermodels buy from doctors. He didn’t look

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Gianna’s POVThe motel was called The Bluebonnet Inn. A single story building with a flickering vacancy sign. Rafael pulled into a space near the far end, away from the other cars and turned off the engine."Wait here," he said, then got out before I could argue.I watched him walk to the office, his tall figure cutting through the dim light. He moved with the kind of confidence that made you look twice like he had never been told no in his life. The clerk behind the desk straightened when he walked in. I could see her fumbling with the keys, her cheeks flushing.I looked away, my fingers drumming against my thigh. The certificate was still in my purse, the ink barely dry. I was married. To a stranger. A beautiful, mysterious stranger who had kissed me like he was drowning and I was air.The thought again made my stomach dip because I know there's another step to this. Giving away my virginity in case Don Visconti is a lunatic that wants to be thorough. I cannot leave any stone unturn

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Gianna's POVThe martini had settled warmly in my stomach but my hands still trembled slightly as I set the plastic cup down on the nightstand. Rafael watched me from across the room, his dark eyes unreadable in the dim light of the motel lamp."We should probably talk about what happens next," I told him, my voice coming out shakier than I intended.He crossed the room slowly, his movements predatory. "We have tonight. Tomorrow we figure out the rest."My heart hammered against my ribs as he stopped in front of me. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing my jawline. "You're nervous," "I've never..." I couldn't finish the sentence, heat flooding my cheeks. "I mean, I haven't..."He tilted his head slightly, studying me. "You're a virgin."It wasn't a question either and somehow that made it easier. I nodded, unable to meet his gaze.His thumb stroked my cheek. "We don't have to do anything you don't want to do.""I want to," I whispered, finally looking up at him. "I need to."The

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All Chapters of The Godfather’s Accidental Wife: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

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