Calavera: The Mafia's Caged Bride Novels & Stories

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

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

Cassian sat at the head of the table, his dark eyes observing the room with quiet, lethal precision. "We are celebrating a union tonight," Cassian announced, raising his crystal glass of red wine. "Vittoria Carvelli has signed the marriage contract. She is now my fiancée, and she will be protected under the Marchetti name." The table of ten captains remained silent, the tension in the room thick enough to cut with a knife. "A Carvelli," Silvio muttered, setting his glass down with a loud clatter. "You bring the daughter of Salvatore into our inner circle, Cassian? Her father slaughtered fifty of our men before we put him in the dirt. Her blood is poison."

she commanded, her voice rough and full of disdain. I dropped to my knees on the cold marble floor, my heart pounding. Then, another figure appeared. A young woman walked in, looking at me with pure hatred and mockery. “So you’re the one stealing my fiancé?” she sneered. “You little homewrecker.” I frowned in confusion. Fiancé? Demi’s bride was dead. Who was this woman? “I am Kaye Cortez,” she smiled wickedly, stepping forward to lift my chin forcefully. “And I am the one who was supposed to marry him.”

Manuel and Alonzo Cancio were included because they planned this. I did wonder why three brides have been sent to one family in the span of three decades. Because they thought should any of us capture the capo’s heart, we could be able to influence his decision thereby gaining more advantage for Chicago. They should have known that Salvatore men are bred differently. A made man will profess love to his wife and still have a very strong will of his own. I know because my husband does it. Another laugh tickles past my lips. I need a drink. I slip from the chair, and walking to the fridge, bending slightly as I look behind the jars of fruit juice and cooked, more juice.

What's taking her so long! Luca, my first-in-command, my most trusted and my only friend entered the hallway and passed me a drink. We grew up together, and he, too, belongs to a mafia family but a different type of mafia, like the one that kills and cleans up the mess. I could never count how many people Luca would've killed and I'm sure he doesn't know the number as well. “Your new bride isn't here yet!?” Luca asks, smirking. “ Her father said she needed to get her stuff from the house.” I shrugged and took a sip from the glass.

"First, you fake grace, now you act all virtuous? Haven't you always wanted me to touch you? Don't come crawling into my bed later, begging me to ignore how much you disgust me." I couldn't take it anymore and cut him off. "I'll say it again, Mr. Carlo. Show some respect. I never said I'd marry you." As soon as I finished speaking, the room fell completely silent. A wave of laughter erupted soon after. "Oh really? Then who are you going to marry? Everyone in the Velmont underworld knows how you've been obsessed with me. Who else would even want you?" He paused, as if a thought had just struck him. "Oh, wait, maybe my youngest brother Salvatore wouldn't mind."

Instead, I bury my cellphone deep into my handbag and try to focus on my breathing. Anthony Romano is seated opposite from me, muttering commands into his phone. Our eyes meet occasionally but he doesn’t utter one word to me even as he sees that I’m clearly unsettled. The entire duration of the flight to New Jersey is all of 3 hours before we’re landing in the airstrip, getting into a waiting black SUV and being driven away. It all happens so fast, a protocol to transport the heir to the Italian mafia and his bride to be – away before harm is done.

She's so nosy that's why her boyfriend died because of his heroic act, then the man didn't know that her girlfriend was pregnant so the ending was more tragic. " No, the stupid one was the one who writes the unrealistic and dramatic movie. Some of the scenes were f*cking unrealistic. Not all members of the mafia are pure psychopaths. Dang, we're not that evil, " Esteban commented and he felt a kicked under the table. He looked at Baron who was trying to give him a warning look.

“How about Lorena Calvino to be my courtesan? She was supposed to be my bride.” But Daddy got greedy. The pathetic loser should learn to go get himself a girlfriend the old fashioned way. And his father should be executed. On second thought, every single man in this room should be executed. Theatrically, Santos addressed the crowd bowing down. “And this concludes damsel for the evening.” Disappointing grunts echoed through my grandfather's home. “This is bullshit, Santos !” One of the mobsters complained. “You had us come in the dead of the night just to witness you getting the Calvino bride.”