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I thought the ice was finally beginning to thaw between us. But I was horribly wrong. He just wants to play with me. He wants to control me, to own me, to use my body while he quietly prepares to marry someone else. Someone infinitely more suited to his dark, violent new life. Bella Vercetti. A mafia princess who apparently has endless wealth and a diamond tennis bracelet wrapped around her wrist. A gift from the man who is currently paying me to act as his personal incubator. A sickening wave of nausea rolls through my stomach that has absolutely nothing to do with morning sickness. I place a trembling hand protectively over my belly.

Not the way I’d need him to. He’ll give me children and lock me into the Cosa Nostra until death. Then he’ll take mistresses while I rot in silence. That’s how the mafia is—brutal, unfair, unrelenting. The chill bites through my thin sweater and old shorts, slippers slapping against the cracked sidewalk as I move. My hands shake so hard I nearly drop my phone, but I manage to unlock it and dial. Ruby picks up on the third ring, voice groggy. “Hello?”

She says something, laughing awkwardly and he leans in for an attempt to kiss her again. Again? Man, you have to be desperate. Take the goddamn hint. She hesitates, but kisses him back. A very short, fast one that doesn't even count as a fucking kiss. "Boss?" I hear someone by the door. "Hm?" I hum along, my eyes still fixed on how that guy is staring at her tits, not having enough decency to even pretend so. She deserves better. When the person doesn't reply, I turn my head and see Donovan, a member of my mafia. "The shipments, boss." He takes a moment to see if he has my complete attention before continuing, making me realize it's some type of bad

Kai Pov It's been six months since Ian and I found out that we share the same mate. First, I join him to kill him but what am I doing is opposite, I made him strong, undefeatable, and king. Yep, as he asked for he became king of Mafia gangs all over the world except an old Mafia bloodline in Russia called 'BLOOD'. There are many rumors that gang leader and many in the gang were vampires.

Despite the fact that I was smaller than the elderly man, the power and rage coursing through me made me want to tear him apart. I looked him straight in the eye and said, “Mr. Cantoli, I have not been to the Mafia as long as you have. However, I was born into it. I am Viler Costa’s daughter. The Mafia boss who forced you to hide in the safe room. Yes, I’ve heard the stories. In addition, I am married to Nicolas Ricci. He, by the way, is still your boss! I am not some little girl who needs to be preserved and coddled. I am Anaya Costa-Ricci. The head of the world’s two most powerful mafias. I can take care of myself and I can take care of this organization. If you have a problem with that, y

Unauthorized reproduction of any part of this story or plagiarism of any kind is prohibited by the law. •••••••••••• Author's Notes: Hi, dear readers! ❤ Thank you for sticking with us and for reading this draft of my crime/mafia/romance story. "THE ALPHA'S DHAMPIRICA" is the title of the sequel, now published on this same profile. It was written as a vampire/mafia/romance novel again, like the original version of this book. If my schedule permits, I would rewrite a non-paranormal version of this first installment soon. I really hope you'll love the second book as well!

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“I have errands to run. I’m not locked up here.” He raised an eyebrow. “Errands? What errands does a mafia wife in Naples have that you can’t tell her husband about?” She took a slow breath. “My friend Chiara found a shop with rare medicinal herbs. You know I care more about those than jewels. I went to get what I needed.” Luca set down his glass. “Without asking me first.” “I asked when I said ‘I do.’ That cover it?” Her tone was light, but her heart raced. She’d tried this line before, testing the line between wife and prisoner.

The woman sat on the couch without responding, and she walked toward her. “What are you doing here ? Eva asks slowly.” “I understand you are astonished to see me here, but I need to meet you. You are Eva, my husband's girlfriend, or, as I prefer, his sex slave.” She looks surprised and angry; she doesn't have the right to say such things about her. “Excuse me.” “There is no need to be too innocent; I know a girl like you very well. Do you think you are special for her? It is a common thing in the mafia world to use a girl like you. You can never take my place.”

I gulped, trying to control the pounding of my heart. “The opening bid starts at five hundred and five million dollars.” The room became noisy. “Six hundred million...” I didn't know how long the bidding was going on, but I zoned out. The numbers continued to increase, higher and higher. Each voice twisted my stomach tighter. I could not force myself to look at the men who were bidding. I already lost my mafia princess status; I was no longer Lucia Romano, one of the most dangerous mafia families in Italy. I was just a prize, a slut, a possession, and another woman in a cage.