Requiem Of Sin A Mafia Romance Novels & Stories

"There is every possibility that she might loose her memory. We'll know more when she wakes up." I nodded curtly. "Keep me informed." Dr. Martinez nodded and left. I walked into the guest room where she lay, her fragile figure lying peacefully. She had those delicate features, and a calm- looking face. Even with her injuries, she was beautiful with thick blonde hair. Around her neck, a velvet-black cord carried a pendant which had a circle with a dot signifying: "The Omerta symbol; representing silence, loyalty and secrecy.” I said. The pendant caught my attention. It was a notable Mafia symbol. Why would she wear it if she was a commoner?

“They're all dead.” “Are you a cop?” My breath rasped in my throat. “Who are you?” “Marco Vitale.” He said coolly. His eyes remained on me like he wanted to catch my genuine reaction. “Like…you mean…the Black Requiem? The infamous Italian mob boss—Marco Vitale?” He grunted a deep approving sound from his throat. “You're well informed.”

His gaze is dull. We may be the Romancers, but we don’t force ourselves on women. They have to be willing and of age, but these Russian bastards don’t care. I type in the last of my notes when my phone rings. It’s Doc, letting me know that Nico was awake, but Michael, the younger guard, didn’t make it. He passed earlier this morning. I close my eyes, pushing down the grief. Mafia life leaves a trail of bodies behind. But we don’t forget our own. His family lost a son. A brother, and their lives will never be the same.

"Okay so you know how the club is basically frequented by wealthy and powerful men right?" I nodded, as she continued. "So it felt strange that I didn’t know much about the man who booked you for a month so I started doing some digging, it was really hard because nothing came up at first. It felt like he didn’t even exist, but eventually I got some answers." She paused, looking around once again before she leaned in and whispered. "It turns out, he’s the head of the Luca syndicate. The most powerful criminal organization in the city. He’s a mafia king, Nick. And not just anyone, a really dangerous one at that."

The darkest of black, but these eyes were not the ones I'd fallen in love with. They were cold. Empty. Hollow. Filled with pure hatred. “Damien, you're…” My words were cut off when another gunshot echoed loudly through the cathedral. The pain exploded through my shoulder before I noticed that he had shot me. Damien De Luca shot me. I cried out and stumbled backwards. My bouquet of flowers slipped out of my fingers and landed beside the bloody and cold body of Adrian. My white wedding gown was now covered in blood and dirt. “Ahhh!” I screamed as my eyes burned and blurred. I could see through it to Damien's dark, cold eyes staring directly at me.

I made a fist as I stared up at him. “Dante,” I whispered, my voice barely audible. “Someone will see us. Alistair—” He let out a low, humorless chuckle. “Alistair is busy drinking his weight in brandy and bragging about his new prize.” He closed the distance in a few long, predatory strides, his shadow swallowing me whole, shielding me from the ballroom windows. I could feel the heat of his body radiating toward me, heating up my cold skin. “This is the mafia, Julianna,” he said, his voice a rough rasp. “It’s dangerous. It’s risky. Don’t you know what you signed up for?”

My breath hitched when I saw Vayden as well. He glanced at me from head to toe and smirked. "Sit with me, wife." I rolled my eyes and sat beside him. Vexon cleared his throat, "I know both of you have your issues with each other, but you know the reason. As Ruby said, we are going for a world tour tomorrow. Before we go, I want to be assured of one thing. You have to be 'lovey-dovey'—as people call it—with each other in front of the Mafia. The Gladiolus and the Blemish men cannot know that it's just a pretense."

She hated escorts, so she never went with one but all investments owned by her family had men guarding them, so she didn’t lack one here, and it gave her common ground with the mafia boss of the White-Scarred group, who would have probably scared her off with the men he came with. When she got to the front door, the door to one car was opened, and a man dressed in a white suit with his black hair laid back stepped down. He looked at Guilia with a smile on his lips, then he walked towards her. “The sweet Guilia Guerra,” he said, taking her hand. Her father’s men took a step forward, and so did his men. “Relax,” he said, kissing her hand. “I’m Alfredo Colombo, heir to the White Scarred Sea Maf

"What's your name again?" "Peony, sir. Peony Sinclair," she responded. I smiled warmly. "Thank you for your help, Peony. I won't forget this, and I promise to repay you someday. I'm Mattia Luigi D'Amato," I introduced myself, extending my hand for a shake. Returning the smile, she reached out and clasped my hand. "Take care, sir." "Thank you, and I apologize for my rudeness earlier. I'll be on my way now," I remarked, letting go of her soft hand.

She knew that she would never be able to trust anyone fully again, and that she would always be wary of those who claimed to have her best interests at heart. Bella's physical injuries healed, but the emotional scars remained. She could not shake of the feeling of betrayal and the memories of her traumatic experience. She struggled to move on and found it hard to trust anyone again. She closed her shop and moved away from Little Italy, wanting to start a new life far away from the dangerous world of the Mafia.