Calavera: The Mafia's Caged Bride Novels & Stories

His gaze swept over Lina and Giovanni: cold and lethal. Bang! Rafael kicked the massive banquet table over. Silverware and wine crashed to the floor. The enormous Rossi family crest, custom-made and unmistakable, lay face-up. Rafael placed his foot on it. The metal buckled beneath his heel with a sickening screech. In the mafia world, this was the ultimate humiliation. The other dons went pale, but not a single one dared speak. He crouched in front of me. The moment his eyes took in my swollen, bleeding cheek and my shattered, blood-soaked fingers… The blue of his irises turned blood-red.

As I watched, Julian bent down, his head tilting as he whispered something directly into her ear. Pure rage blacked out everything else in the room. The investors were still talking, but their voices turned into complete static, fading into a distant, meaningless hum. The polite, calculated mask I had worn all evening completely shattered. All I could see, all I could focus on, was Julian’s cocky smirk and his grey eyes locked onto my wife, invading a space he had absolutely no right to be near. The realization that he was trying to touch what was mine made my blood turn to liquid fire.

Raymonds was right, Luciano also knows that there's no way Calista will believe he's het dad, because what she's about to witness, is something she had never imagined for. She has to come back... To become a Mafia queen.

Theodora Althea Corazon, a woman buried six feet below the ground and now the living corpse bride of a man, The Mafioso's Corpse Bride.

“There was a woman who worked at a strip club. She was seen and liked by a Mafia Don, who had an agreement with the generator manager to give him the woman forever as payment for a debt the manager owed him. But the first problem then became the fact that the general manager wasn't the owner of the club. When the owner, another Mafia Don, came back and wanted the woman, she was nowhere to be found. After weeks of back and forth, these two Dons met to discuss the terms of the woman's release to her original owner. But negotiations broke down and a war started. But the second problem was that this woman fell in love with the son of the man who took her as the payment of a debt. And this son el

"How did she die?" "She drowned." He drags in a deep breath and continues. "As a Galitze, I was never going to have the chance to climb the ranks in the Bratva. Mira gave me a way to do so when I started doing her dirty work. The mission that defined me and set me up for life was killing Alessio's mother. That was how I first got close to the Scarfonis and how the marriage contract first came about. When Mira wanted to secure her marriage and prosperity, I gave her that. Then, when we found out the vineyard had oil, it was everything to her and a way for me to get a ownership of it. She pumped the money in to set up the company and kept it a secret. She knew if she could get her hands on the

Was the new Luca just a mask? The kiss they had shared had felt real enough, and the way he had accompanied her to the hospital and doted on her had seemed like a blissful new beginning…The gentle touches, the laughter, the way he had looked at her. All of it now made her want to throw up. He was a vile creature for stooping so low just to lay claim to her and her unborn child. She looked up at the old Mafia painting on the wall, cracked in the frame but still visible…A personal acquisition of her father when he was still alive and happy. He had once told her, “In our world, trust is a currency. Spend it wisely, Isabella.”

She would be his queen, and their children would grow up strong and powerful. Asher, one of her dad’s men, held out his hand. Larissa placed hers in his. He looked at her for a moment, and when she nodded, he gave the signal. The big church doors opened with a loud creak, and everyone turned to see the bride. Larissa, the mafia princess, walked down the aisle. Her head was held high, and a tiny smile played on her lips. Everyone wished they could be her. Not even in their wildest dreams.

she said. “Try me.” She turned slowly, her eyes no longer glinting with charm or amusement. Just shadow. Cold, creeping shadow that made my stomach twist. “My name,” she said, “is Calvera.” The name sat heavy in the air, like thunder that hadn’t yet broken. I’d never heard it before, but something in me recoiled anyway. Rhena stirred uncomfortably. Calvera smiled, but it didn’t touch her eyes. “Five hundred years ago, a man murdered my daughter. Ripped her from this world like she was nothing but breath and bone. I was there. I saw it. Felt it.”