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But her head spun from Dante's touch, his watch from the side heavy. Night wore on, Lorenzo sealing deals, clueless to the fire starting close. She faked smiles, body humming, wanting bad. Later, heading inside, he passed near, breath on her neck quick. "Dante," he said soft. "If you want." Dante. It hit—Lorenzo's step-brother, the mafia one with all the scary stories. Pulse went crazy. Big trouble. But his eyes promised, and she craved it. Gala far from over for her.

" I nearly jumped out of my skin, forgetting that the lady was seated beside me, and I turned to her with a tight smile. "Uh?" "How did you meet the dangerous leader of the Mancini Mafia group?"

Alessia slid into the plush leather seat, her heart racing. As the car pulled away from the curb, Alessia's mind whirled with conflicting thoughts. What am I doing? she wondered, her fingers nervously smoothing the fabric of her dress. This isn't just some wealthy businessman. This is the Bratva. The Russian mafia. The realization sent a chill down her spine. She'd heard whispers about the Bratva's activities in the city - extortion, drug dealing, even human trafficking. And now she was willingly walking into their world.

I gulped, trying to control the pounding of my heart. “The opening bid starts at five hundred and five million dollars.” The room became noisy. “Six hundred million...” I didn't know how long the bidding was going on, but I zoned out. The numbers continued to increase, higher and higher. Each voice twisted my stomach tighter. I could not force myself to look at the men who were bidding. I already lost my mafia princess status; I was no longer Lucia Romano, one of the most dangerous mafia families in Italy. I was just a prize, a slut, a possession, and another woman in a cage.

, Alexander said with a smirk on his lips, he found her reaction amusing she thought she was rich, he was going to show her what being rich truly meant, this mansion was a generation mansion, being the only child of his parents the mansion was passed down to him and he made a lot of changes to it to suit his taste, this was his only property that he didn’t acquire by himself, the rest of his property he worked hard and earned it himself. Carlos had told him of what Ariana asked him in the hotel and he wasn’t surprised that she asked that it was bound to happen someday, he knew he had lot of things he was keeping away from her and it was only a matter of time before the questions would begin

I didn't want to see that. "Make that the last fucking time or I'll string you back up like shark meat, ca-peash cabrón" Lucien snarled. They are winding each other's wheels up with this cabrón calling. "Mi amor, la princesa de la mafia.- she is an angel and deserves to be called it at any chance given" Carlos went on. "Have you two had enough yet" I cut in with annoyance. They both fell silent. Their eyes glued to each other asif silently carrying on their drama between themselves.

"You do not have to worry about Lucretia and Enzo. I have just the perfect plan for them." * * * And with this chapter, BETROTHED TO THE RUTHLESS MAFIA OFFICIALLY COMES TO AN END! *** Dear readers, My heart is overflowing with gratitude and love. I am humbled and honored to have had the privilege of sharing this Mafia dark romance story with each and every one of you. It has been a journey of twists and turns, suspense and intrigue, and emotions that have run the gamut from heartbreak to joy, to laughter, to cheers alongside our characters.

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I muttered, standing so fast my sarong fluttered around my legs. He chuckled, low and familiar. “That’s a hell of a greeting for the man who once had you sneaking out just to see him.” I stiffened, my pulse spiking. God, he looked even sharper now, sun-kissed skin, tattoos I didn’t remember inked along his arm, a tailored shirt open just enough to tease. Mafia royalty. “What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded. He spread his arms, shameless. “Same thing as you, darling. Swimming with the sharks. You didn’t think I’d always be on the outside looking in, did you?”

a deep voice commands. I turn. He walks in like he owns the place. Broad shoulders under a tailored black suit, dark eyes that slice through the chaos. His presence is heavier than the gunfire. Dante Morreti. I know that name. Whispers. Mafia. Blood. Power. The devil of New York. His gaze pins me in place. My chest tightens, breath shallow. “She’s the bride?” he asks, almost amused. “Yes, Boss,” one of his men answers. “Pretty little thing,” Dante murmurs, eyes raking me head to toe. “Shame she belongs to a coward.”