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Just then, my princess, move but inches forward to the seven men that are watching her as they are trembling, “Now, I suggest that we all drop our guns and have a decent meal.” Then there is a clever ass mouth that feels the need to say something, “You are just a girl with a gun in her hand. Do you even know how to use that thing?” I watch as my princess only laughs and gives me a slight wink, then she turns back to him, “This girl is Cassandra Cummings, and my father, Joseph, I am sure if he could talk, he would tell you that I know exactly how to use this thing.” But if I think that would make the fool back down, he only but raises his gun higher and start to break out in a fit of uncontro

They were gaunt, all the old arrogance of mafia princes gone. "Victoria! Victoria, save us!" Lorenzo dropped to his knees in front of me, sobbing. "I was wrong! Big brother was so wrong! We’re family, please, for the love of God, help us! The loan sharks are going to kill us!" Marco was on the ground too, banging his head on the pavement. "Victoria, we were blind! Fiona, that bitch, she fooled us all! You're our only sister! You're a Don now! You could pay our debts with pocket change!"

I'm ready to be myself again. His response was a single word: *Finally.* Elena climbed back into bed. This time, sleep came easily. Because for the first time in five years, she knew exactly who she was. Elena Vittoria Accardi. Mafia princess. Artist. Fighter. And she was done playing nice.

But Mikhail didn’t look away from her. “You know my name now,” she whispered. He tilted his head. “I knew it the first night you walked in.” Her eyes widened. “What?” “Isabella Moretti,” he said. His voice dropped lower and rougher. “Daughter of Carlo Moretti. The girl who ran from the Rossi wedding. The girl whose father sold her to pay his debts.” She felt the floor tilt under her feet and he stepped even closer. His body blocked the whole doorway now. “You walked into my casino. You took my job. You looked me in the eye when everyone else looked away. And now you saw what I do to people who betray me.”

But this time, I don't intend to let him reign unchallenged. Mike She's incredible. Insolent, brilliant, unpredictable. And dangerous. I drive toward downtown, the car engine growling under my nerves. Her words still echo in my head. "My father ran half of southern Italy." So there it is. The spoiled little princess I thought was naive is telling me she has mafia blood in her veins. As if I didn't already know: her way of talking to men without fear, her arrogance, that fire in her eyes when she defies me. She's not playing queen. She's been one all along.

And suddenly, reality settled heavily in my chest again. This mansion…This life… These men…They weren’t normal. I slowly lowered my gaze toward my untouched breakfast. Maybe staying here had been a mistake after all. This house was built for mafia men, dangerous men who dealt with guns, blood, territories, and enemies. Meanwhile, I was just, Novaria. A normal girl. I suddenly felt like a burden. Like my presence forced them to restrain themselves around me. After a long moment of silence, I quietly stood up from my chair.

The skin felt hot under my touch, and rage flared fresh in my veins. Those damned Romanos. How dare they reduce me, Nikita Salvatore, princess of the Salvatore mafia, to this? A joke? A second choice bride forced upon a man who wouldn’t even look at me twice? Men had started wars for this face. A prince in Dubai had turned his back on his entire family just for one night in my bed. Powerful capos had crawled on their knees, begging me to degrade them, to let them taste the sole of my shoe.

Everything about this day had been horrible and maybe so deserved it. The door to my penthouse creaked open, and I stepped inside like a man returning to a mausoleum. The lights were low. Everything was too quiet. Then I saw her. Bianca. She was still her and she was sitting on the arm of the couch, her legs crossed, a glass of wine in her hand like she was born to be this. A mafia princess, a woman fit for the arms of a Don. Her eyes flicked to me, but I said nothing, I didn’t have the strength to fight off her sexual energy so I walked past her. Straight to the bar. My hands didn’t shake when I grabbed the bottle of whiskey, but they might as well have.

Hello, and welcome to The Forbidden Princess and Her Mafia Men. Deep within this book we will see elements such as BDSM, Kinks (any and all kinds), Kidnapping, Torture, Sex and all things that might be considered violent. This book is also meant to be dark as well as a reverse harem. So please note this book will contain triggers from start to finish so please consider that when venturing into this book as you have been warned. Now without further ado please enjoy the story.

The truth being she's been fucking around with one of his enemies who she now feels a tragic emotion she names love and oh, she is forty percent sure she has procreated with the man. This is the truth she has dared to admit to not only our father but the her murderous fiance. Father might not kill her but her fiance will, he is very vengeful and she has crossed him in a way no man in our world can tolerate. Maybe she has lived as the millionaire's daughter so long that she forgot it was an act. She is a mafia princess, we do as we are told and wait until you're an asset to the family. Maybe it's just I that is an asset because Sofia has always been their daughter, nothing else.