Novel & Cerita Calavera: The Mafia's Caged Bride

The dress, well, it wasn’t the one I would have chosen, but it exuded the wealth and power that I was about to marry into. But no amount of perfection could hide the ugly, horrific truth. This marriage was a lie. And I was a captive bride in all but name. It had all started when I was trying to help my best friend Ilsa, a detective with the LAPD, and her husband Roman, don of the Marchetti Mafia, save a young Russian girl—Sveta Orlov—who had been ripped from her family at the expense of her maniacal father. Since I was the only one that Ilsa knew who spoke Russian, they had brought her to me, and I had helped concoct a foolproof plan.

“He had gone to Sila. Or Sierra. I don’t know that fucking manipulating bitch is bewitching him again!” Francesco flared his nose. Today was Mia and Isaac’s marriage but the Italian capo had gone to see his deceased wife’s look-alike. “I'm telling you Francesco, if you don’t stop it now, it will be very very bad for you, your mafia and all of us. I won’t lose Klaus to that bitch. I swear I will destroy everything!” “Could you fucking calm down. There are guests in the house. Don’t create the show!” He snapped at her.

I tightened my grip on the steering wheel, the penthouse coming into view. When I take Callie tonight, it won't be rushed, it will be her ruin. I've owned her ever since she set foot in my bar three weeks ago. If she thinks that anyone, least of all an object, can do to her what I will, she doesn't know what it means to belong to Romano Cappellucci. But she will, She fúcking will. ~~~ La notte dei fantasmi. The Night of Ghosts. An invitation from one of the oldest crime families of New York.

Everyone knew not to mess with what belonged to the Cali Mafia. Everyone except Salvora Milicent. She crossed boundaries in ways none of them could imagine, but she was betrothed to Jeremy Cali, so there was so little anyone could do but cut ties. Salvora was the only child of her parents. The Millicent's were a decent enough Mafia group. Not as flamboyant as the Calis, but they did alright for themselves. Salvora was primed to be the first female Mafia boss in all of Italy. It was rare to find a woman willing to sit on the throne and have men with hearts blacker than coal answer to her. Salvora's grit and desire were legendary even while she was a teen.

“You’re not going to cram your new wife into that pool house, are you?” “New wife.” I exhaled, laying my head back and looking upward at the stars. I’d lived twenty-seven years without a woman at my side. Mi padre decided that was too long. After the blip our alliance went through, he decided it would be best to form another bond with the Italians. Cue my upcoming wedding. “You’re not changing your mind,” Em said. “The Mafia offered up their princess.” He laughed. “Of course, she’s not as pure as that redhead.”

I dated her for three years, waiting for Massimo to show up, but he never did. Until my wedding day, Salvatore and I didn’t realize that we were long made. Helena knew who we were. She led me on, asked me to marry her and then fled. I had only married Katalina out of desperation. I have no idea why she left her daughter behind, and was going to use her to lure Helena back. Katalina was supposed to be my hostage. How did she capture my heart? How can I fall for the daughter of the enemy? What am I going to do? What should I do?

Understood. I knew how the mafia worked. I understood the blood and silence it demanded. But Alexandro would never love a woman like me. He wanted someone soft. Naive. Someone who didn’t know how to handle a gun or hide a body. Someone who didn’t see violence as a language. He wanted peace. A woman untouched by the darkness he lived in. And so, that day, as I watched him from the balcony above the meeting hall, I made a decision. If Alexandro wanted a woman outside the mafia… then that’s who I would become.

The little girl ( Antonio 's daughter Lucy ) which I assumed was flower girl bring the rings forward and soon my hand was outstretched and yet another lavish and expensive ring was slide sealing any hope which was left . Drake (P.O.V) Today is the day for which I waited impatiently for days . Today love will be mine my wife my queen and moreover my happiness . It makes me feel anxious a bit how she will be looking today . Oh god , that girl will be definitely my death ! Her beauty, those eyes which are so fearful but yet get scared in my presence , the way my name rolled out of her mouth only I know how hard was it for me to control myself but not more . Today she will be mine . Mine to hold

She looked at Isla with cracked lips. “It’s gone,” she whispered. “All of it. Every file. Every leash. He can’t own anyone anymore.” Isla kissed her temple hard, brutal, a soldier’s vow. “Then let him choke on the silence.” And across the world, in Calabria, Talana stood in Massimo’s arms as the cathedral burned behind them, her skin raw and blistered, her eyes alive with murder. The Ghost of De Marco had lost his brain, his eyes, his chains, but in the ashes, war was still not finished.

The look of confusion on her face made me laugh even more. “Oh, you didn’t know? You came here to meet your future husband, didn’t you?” Sienna frowned, her lips parted as she processed what I just said. “Y-You’re Lucian Moretti?” “The one and only,” I replied, walking toward her with open arms. I didn’t expect she’d be able to get away from me and even had a gun with her. My intel said that the head of the Vale clan cherished his daughter dearly. Who would have expected that the cherished daughter could break an opponent’s bone and know how to shoot?