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And that coward… that coward had cut her down. “I’m leaving.” “To Boston?” “Yeah. I only came to make sure you were okay, and you are. You even found your better half and he’s so besotted with you.” She forced a laugh, swiping at her eyes. “Besides, someone needs to tell Mama to expect grandkids.” Shoot. Aunt Carina. Not only had I lied about selling the hotel and returning in a week, I had married a mafioso. A don. She was going to kill me before my enemies ever got the chance.

I admitted, pulling her phone out and placing it in the centre of the table. “I was once told that men like you always have a reason for doing these... torturing people. So, help me understand. What did he do to make you hurt him so brutally?” I regarded her while she waited for an answer, her eyes wandering around the cafe but not meeting mine for a single second. Maybe the thought of Leona had driven me toward her, but Abigail was nothing like that traitor. “That man was of the Bratva. They are—” “Russian Mafia.” She gave a half-shrug. “I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.”

“What’s going on? You shot me… for her?” Raymond turned his head slowly, his gaze lethal. “And I’ll do it again if you lay your hands on her ever again.” His voice rose, booming across the silent ballroom. “I’ll kill anyone who dares to lay a finger on her.”The entire room trembled. People nodded frantically, heads bowed, too terrified to speak. The power radiating from Raymond was absolute. In this moment, he wasn’t just Daniel’s father. He was the dangerous mafia leader I had only glimpsed before. And he had just claimed me in front of everyone.

He looks into her honey-coloured eyes he always found himself drowning in and knew he needed to make a choice. “Amy, if you were promised to the Bratva,” he starts, swallowing hard, “There is absolutely nothing I can do to keep you safe. I am powerless to help you. My father would never allow me to get in the middle of New York’s mafia feud when we live here peacefully. Your father fucked up, royally and the Baranov’s are old blood and value vows made. They will still want the marriage between you and Dimitri.” Antonio finishes sadly. He knew there was nothing he could do, he would not be allowed to help Amy, no matter how much he loved her.

Chapter 56: Mafia’s Wrath LUCIAN’S POV The private jet hummed at 40,000 feet, the cabin dim, the only light coming from my iPad’s glow as I scrolled through encrypted messages, my fingers tapping with precision. The $30 million cocaine shipment deal with the Calabrese syndicate in Italy consumed my focus, every detail a matter of life or death—routes, contacts, payoffs. I sat in a leather seat, my black shirt open at the collar, my jaw tight, my mind locked on the job. Ethan’s face—his bruised jaw, his rejection in his driveway—tried to creep in, but I shoved it down, buried it under the weight of business. Marco sat across from me, his laptop open, his eyes scanning data, while my two trust

“You don’t understand, Ethan. I can’t just… walk away. I’m married. And even if I wasn’t… you don’t know what this world is like. My father, Mark—this isn’t just about marriage. This is the mafia. This is life and death.” Ethan’s jaw tightened, frustration flashing in his eyes. “Life and death? You’re more likely to die trapped here under your father’s thumb than if you come with me. I can keep you safe.” Mia shook her head vehemently, her hands trembling. “I can’t just abandon my life like that! I… I can’t be reckless. I can’t throw myself into danger blindly. You don’t understand what it means to be a Romano—what it means to live under this… this shadow. Running isn’t safe. It’s stupid. An

He laughs as he walks over to the nearest booth, I giggle at his statement and give him a shrug as I walk over closer to the booth he just took a seat in. “So stranger, mind telling me what you would like to order?” I ask him, biting my lip. I see his eyes travel down to my lips and watch as they get dark but before another second passes by he clears his throat causing me to smile, tilting my head to the side feeling victorious for once in my life for causing such a reaction out of someone like him, someone who looks like he does. “Coffee. Black please” He says. I nod my head and quickly walk around the counter and grab the coffee pot and a mug, walking back over to his booth and place the m

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

So, she could tell Jacob about it. “Compensation? There’s one thing I want.” “Okay. Name it.” “I want you to marry me.” “It’s impossible! I’m already married.” “You can divorce him. Don’t you know who he is?” She looked at him. “I know who he is.” “I bet you don’t know that he’s a mafia syndicate leader in our country,” he said calmly. “I know about it. In fact, you are the same.” “What?” His startled voice made her angry. “I know you are a mafia syndicate leader too. Don’t deny it!”

These Mafia customs demanded my marriage, a tattoo on my skin—branding me as a part of the Cosa Nostra forever—and a murder, all of which I had avoided long ago, because my brother, Adonis Vitale, was the capo, the boss of all bosses. There was no escape anymore. No avoiding my fate. Marrying Mariella Romano was for only one reason. Power. Her father was one of the most powerful underbosses, and that would have me a solid spot and allies that would come in handy. Because there was more than one person waiting to pluck me out of here, like a weed. But I wouldn’t go anywhere. I smirked as I said, “Just a year or two, until I kill my enemies and then Mariella will be gone, and you and I would f