Calavera: The Mafia's Caged Bride Novels & Stories

A grief that looked so deeply buried it had begun to rot inside him. Lucia’s expression twisted. “You buried me alive. Did you expect love to survive that?” Dante didn’t flinch. “I did what needed to be done. You chose your path.” “And you chose your new bride,” Lucia snapped. “How poetic that she will witness your last breath.” She turned her gun back on me so quickly I didn’t have time to react. The muzzle flashed.

It was safer to face the night with an open mind and see where it led. I walked down the hall and closed the door behind me. As I brushed my palm against the thin gap between his elbow and arm, which he had extended slightly, I reddened. Just from that brief contact, I felt a tightness settle in my core, experiencing the strength in his body. He looked down at me with a slight smile before leading us out of the apartment building. Roman Lysander guided me to his car, the same black, gleaming luxury vehicle I had seen him driving days before. Despite his gentlemanly demeanor—holding the door open for me and maintaining a courteous attitude—it was hard to imagine him as anything other than an

"Who is she? A waitress who slapped him in front of thousands of people during your wedding reception. If You think people have forgotten about that incident, then we must remind them about it." Flavio understood his mother's plan and smirked. "Of course. I would remind everyone how my dear cousin was slapped by his little fiancee." "You don't have to remind everyone. Just one person is enough for that," Lucia smiled as she watched Olivia and Ethan walking to the stage. Her husband was already standing there, behind them, just like every time. Behind Olivia and her family. "What are you talking about?" "Where is Asher, find him and mock his brother's choice. The arrogant fool will create a d

She didn’t know the things that a man had to go through to be a made man and worst she had no idea of what you had to do to become the next Capo of the Lato Oscuro. Things that will shape your life into a big black pit with no other way out. Ismeralda, although born into a mafia family was not and could never be part of the mafia. So, there was no possible way he could explain to her why he was the way he was and she would understand. He had just opened the door of sex between them and that was how he would leave it. There would be nothing more than that between them. He couldn’t love her because he had lost his ability to love a long time ago.

i turn into a child that seeks haven in their mother's arms. I long for her approval, trust and love.i crave her touch and admiration.it might make me look weak,but I don't care.i will allow my wife to be my weakness, to be my safest place. I've always heard of mafia boss's falling in love and turning soft for their wife,It made me laugh because I doubted any woman could make me want to be this way I feel for laurel.i doubted I even have a soft bone in me.she brings all these out of me and I don't even care if it makes me look weak.i embrace it.i would be anything she asks me to be.she just need to ask.i don't care what it looks like to anyone else.for my wife,I will do it.

She had missed it. Before he started, he took her hand and held her gaze. “I’m in, Mrs Kalashnikov.” * * * THE END * * * AUTHOR’S NOTE: Thank you for joining us on this journey. This is my first time of writing mafia story, but I had so much fun creating this world for Camilla, Maksim, Doris, and many more characters. I may write a bonus scene or two in the future. Who knows? A few readers have asked to see a meeting between Maksim and Camilla's parents. That might take place in KJ's book.

I scowled, dismissing her. Ever since my dad lost his life to the Miccaso Mafia, my mom wouldn't stop being overprotective of me. Taking everything too seriously as she tried to protect my father's legacy. She wanted me to avenge my father's death at all costs, but we couldn't do it alone. We needed to merge business with the Cassano mafia—the greatest mafia family in Italy. But they wanted a bride for me, according to their legacy. They believed in true love, unlike me.

“Siena, your life is in danger. This isn’t something you can think over. Your husband is a monster—the Italian Don.” He lowered his voice, sharp and cutting. “He’s marrying another woman in two days. And after that… you’ll be disposed of.” His gaze locked onto hers. “Do you understand how severe the situation you’re in really is?” He meant to frighten her. But she didn’t flinch. Instead, her lips curved into a faint, bitter smile. “Not only my husband,” she said quietly. “My father seems to be one too.” She still remembered Cristiano’s words: the revenge was born from her father’s unforgivable sin, a crime so monstrous that the Italian mafia had abducted a newborn girl because of it. So she

A tilt of the head, with a murmured, “My wife.” Each time he says it, the lie tastes more like a curse. He greets a handful of men in tailored suits and smiles laced with secrets. Then, he guides me toward a group of women standing near a tower of champagne glasses. Mob wives. Of course. They turn to me in unison, every expression a rehearsed smile stretched too tight. “Ladies,” Hale says smoothly. “This is Calistra. I’ll be back for her shortly. Mingle.” And just like that, he abandons me.

I took the last car with Rafa and two other ghosts who have hands that don’t flinch. “You coming?” Marco asked once, half grin and half dare. I looked at him, tasted the carnage and the price. “I’m coming for the throat.” We hit the city like a storm. Phone calls, plates traced, feeds found, a driver talked — the world gave up small truths: the SUV had crossed the bridge, took a service road, and pulled into Crawford’s outer estate. Not the main house , a smaller compound, stone walls, men in suits pacing like wolves.