Calavera: The Mafia's Caged Bride Novels & Stories

“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.

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 already knew the answer, understanding exactly where Dominick's twisted mind was leading. "You can stop the marriage and make a firm stand," Aleksei replied. I looked from one person to another, feeling my adrenaline surge. From what I knew of the Italian mafia, they were extremely vengeful. Any form of harm towards her would result in certain death. "What do you mean?" The other four remained silent, waiting. "Oh, hell no! I'm not kidnapping an innocent woman." "It's an excellent method of control if you ask me. Enjoy her while you take down the Satoris," Lorenzo remarked, raising his glass.

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?

i warned and went to my room what is wrong with me I cant believe i punched carl just becaus he called rosie a whore This is unbelievable Carl pov That MF! His falling for her I hate him so much He took everything away form me I was suppose to be the next mafia leader but hell no everyone want edwardo All the money he has now were suppose to be mine All the girls falling at his feet were suppose to fall at mine The one girl i love edwardo took her away from me He turned her into one of his whores I turned gay because of that All i ever wanted and desired edwardo took them away from me

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.”

He kept looking at his girl as if she could fix him, as if her eyes could erase the debts he’d buried in darkness, and that made me want to laugh. I felt the muscle in my jaw tighten. My hand curled into a fist without meaning to. I could smell the fear on him; it was the kind that clung to anyone who had spent years taking what they wanted and thinking themselves clever. In that moment, the house felt smaller. It pressed on my lungs like the weight of a promise that must be kept. Damon was a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Every apology was like a dirty cloth trying to hide its look. He had walked among decent people and fed on them until there was nothing left but explanations and excuses. “Mafi