Godfather’s Seven-year Itch By Maeve Black

The second day after I was transferred back to Los Angeles, I ran into someone I used to know on a street corner. She stepped right in front of me, eyes going wide. “Mia? Mia Rossi? Why would you come back now? Dante's marrying Camille at the cathedral in a week.” Dante was my first love, and also the youngest heir to a mafia dynasty on this side of the Atlantic. He'd made me a promise once: that he'd make the entire Moretti family kneel and welcome me in. We had a deal: the day he officially took over as Don would be the day he married me. But his family had other plans. They arranged a match for him: Camille, a princess from one of Sicily's five great families. Pure bloodline, the genuine article. At first, Dante swore up and down she meant nothing to him. Less than nothing. Then I started noticing how he looked at her. Softer every time. Like he was falling. One night, riding home after a shift at the bar, Camille's car came out of nowhere and took me down. The gas tank caught, and half the block reeked of burning rubber and scorched metal. I was pinned under the wreckage, blood seeping from the back of my skull down my neck, warm at first, then cold. Dante was the first one there. He beat the ambulance. The first thing he did was walk past me. He crouched down, lifted Camille out of the passenger seat, and didn't look at me once, just dropped a few words over his shoulder: “I already called an ambulance. Hang tight. Camille's had too much to drink. I need to get her home.” That was the moment I was done with him. Completely, finally done. While he was gone, I discharged myself. I bought the farthest plane ticket I could find that same night and left without looking back. Five years passed. “Mia, you have no idea.” The woman grabbed my wrist, dropping her voice. “Dante spent years turning half of Europe upside down looking for you. You came back at the right time. He still keeps a seat for you every month on his birthday. Camille's too proud for a lot of things,

Three years ago, Capo Marco Rossi received an order from the Godfather. He was to leave and expand the Family territory. Before he left, he issued me a command the way someone would fasten a collar onto a pet. "Until I return, you will remain at the Godfather's estate. Remember your identity. Keep your legs closed." He gripped my chin, his voice carrying that kind of condescending gentleness that felt almost like charity. "When I come back, I'll give you a proper status." For my younger brother's medical expenses, I had no choice but to obey. Three years later, he returned with the wealth he seized from the West Coast Gambino Family, and there was a woman by his side. In front of the rose bushes at the Godfather's estate, he looked down at me from above, as if inspecting a dust-covered old possession. "Mia Moretti is carrying my child. I must take responsibility as a father. You've always been sensible. Endure this for now. Continue being my mistress." I lowered my head, my hand lightly stroking my still-flat abdomen. "Is that so?" I raised my head, a provocative smile on my face. "I have no objection. If the Godfather says it's acceptable, then it's acceptable."

Three days to Yvonne's birthday, she received unsettling news: her father had agreed to marry her to the most powerful Mafia leader in the Country. She has no choice in the matter, there was no escape. That was her new reality. But her new husband, Enzo Davide is angry, heartbroken and seems to hate her guts. The cold, elusive Mafia lord has never quite struck Yvonne as the kind of man she'd want to spend the rest of her life with. She was more content with her sweet, thoughtful boyfriend, Henry , but when circumstances force them together. Yvonne and Enzo's hearts get entangled in a way they never saw coming, but when a chance leads to a terrible mistake, Yvonne fears she will lose the love of her life.

“I belong to you, daddy.” I moaned, my lips quivering as Enzo’s fingers teased my cunt, making me wetter than I already am. My body reacted to him in the strangest of ways and I hated it. Enzo De Luca is a cold devil and the last thing I wanted was to be entangled with him. But why? Why do I still want him so much? “That’s right, you belong to me,” he whispered back coldly, his predatory eyes dark with desire, causing me to whimper. “You’re mine. I own you.” He declared. This is it, the hell that is going to be my life. ______________ Maeve Hawthorn’s already drastic life went even more downhill when she was held captive against her will by the dark, dangerous mafia, Enzo De Luca. Her late father owed 3 million dollars to the ruthless Mafia and after working all her life to pay off her father’s other debts, Maeve had no other way of paying Enzo. She has to do his bidding and give her body to him, letting him use it for his own pleasure or he was going to take her life and the life of the one person she loves, her best friend, in return for the money. Having no other choice, Maeve agreed to be the Mafia’s pet. Enzo De Luca has had his eyes set on Maeve longer than he could remember and finally getting her, there is an intense desire to own her, use her and keep her. He doesn’t intend to fall in love with her but he also doesn’t intend to let her go. She’s his.

"I am going to teach you how to ruin my brother in bed, Julianna. But don't you dare catch feelings." Julianna Russo has six months to become a woman she's never been — experienced, fearless, ready for a wedding night she's been lying about for a year. Her fiancé Alistair Marchetti, heir to New York's most dangerous crime family, has made it clear: disappoint him, and he'll destroy everything she loves. There's only one man dangerous enough to fix this before it breaks her. Dante Marchetti — Alistair's exiled older brother, the city's most notorious underground kingpin, and the only man who's ever truly known her. Three years ago, in Las Vegas, he vanished without a word and left her heart in pieces. Now he's back, and he's the one person standing between her and ruin. He sets six rules. No love. No mercy. No mistakes. She breaks every single one. As their secret lessons grow more reckless and the wedding clock keeps ticking, Julianna is caught between the brother she's promised to marry and the one she never stopped wanting — while a family secret buried three years deep threatens to detonate everything the moment anyone finds out the truth. In a world where loyalty is currency and love is the one thing that can get you killed, Julianna must decide: survive the marriage she was sold into, or burn it all down for the one Marchetti she was never supposed to choose.

On my son’s birthday, my husband, the godfather of the Vitale family, once again went to spend the day with his widowed sister-in-law’s child. Dante Vitale came home after midnight with a limited edition racing set in his hand. “Wake Luca up,” he said. “I’ll celebrate with him now.” I only shook my head. There was no need. I used to care because I had been with Dante for ten years, yet I had never officially become the Donna of the Vitale family. Every time our wedding came close, it was interrupted by another emergency from Lucia, his widowed sister-in-law. I did not want my son to stand in this family without a proper place. Everyone knew he was Dante’s child, yet no one truly treated him as a Vitale heir. Now I suddenly stopped caring. Because he had missed our son’s birthday for the sixth time. And because Luca’s birthday wish today was simple. He did not ask for a toy. He did not ask for another chance. He only looked at me and whispered, “Mommy, I don’t want Daddy to come anymore.” That was when I finally understood. Waiting for a man who always chose someone else would only hurt my child more. Seven days later, I would take Luca to Sicily. This time, we would never come back.