The Badboy Meets The Mafia Princess の小説・ストーリー

He said. "I don't like her nor am I in love with her. I just told you, she's mine. That's all. Mine to hold, mine kiss, mine to fuck." Lorenzo said. John tilted his head, eyeing his best friend. John has known Lorenzo most of his life. When Lorenzo's father Alessandro moves the Mafia to America after he had won a war between the him and the American Mafia, he found John. John was homeless. An 11 year old homeless innocent little boy, stealing food to at least stay alive.

"Yes. When the mafia had treated her like shit enough and she finally made up her mind to leave him." I laughed loudly with no mirth, till my eyes watered. I laughed at the accuracy of these stories and my life right now. The only difference is, if I decided to leave there is nobody coming to beg me. But I fit the Italian scenario perfectly. Luka was Italian, My name is Bella and i'm not sure what a toxic relationship is, but I don't think what we have is healthy either "Does she accept going back to the bad boy in the end?" I don't know why I ask, but maybe I'm searching for a happy ending even in them. Something that is abrupt or quick, one that has their love prevailing at all costs.

Others just did their job diligently and minded their business. I yanked her hair back suddenly, she yelled in pain, trying to free herself from my hold. “Do you know who I am?” She whimpered, shaking her head to the side, signifying no. “I am Javier Bezzio, the current seat owner of the Italian mafia. If you don't know what that means, then you are a dead meat. Understood?” She nodded yes quickly and I released her. I laid on my back and relaxed. “Now get back to work and stop when I tell you to.”

I muttered but she didn't hear me her gaze was lazer focused on her father. "Where are the damn files I asked for?" Don Carlos snarled. "Here." she responded darting around me with the arm full of files I only noticed now were clutched to her chest. "No, fuck no" my wolf grumbled in our mind link. As Giovanna rushed towards the Don with what he wanted. "Oh yes." I responded to the link. " Our mate is the damn Mafia Princess." I added as he sulked off into the depts of my mind.

Lorenzo asked. "I figured it out on my own." I lied. "Princess, you told us something that you weren't ready to tell us so we have something to tell you. We're in the mafia." Dad said making my heart drop. "Do you guys sell girls or abuse them?" I asked shocking them all by what I asked. "No, of course not baby, we just kill the ones who deserve to killed, we don't do any of that other stuff." Lorenzo said making me nod.

". . . .I. . . .I am sorry Alicia. I shouldn't. . . .I shouldn't have done that. . . . . ." The kiss. The moment when time stopped. The instance when I realized that I didn't want to let go. . . . . . . _______________________ I groan and lift my head up. I am really going insane. Thinking about things that don't mean anything. Things that will never mean anything. Bad boys equal trouble. Trouble equal bad boys. But. . . . ..but somehow, Luke is different.

This is my city, and I will not let someone come in and screw with my city. The first thing I see are some kids standing on the corner looking fucking guilty. I decide to pull over and send their dumb asses home. I stop on the curb and shut the car off. Stephanie rolls her window down, playing the part in getting their attention. She already knows the routine thanks to her life of being a mafia princess. One guy whistles and walks over to talk to her. “Hey sexy lady.” I shake my head at their lack of imagination. “Hey boys! Can I get some of what you got?” she asks, sounding just as stupid.

I think he knows what I'm talking about and it looks like the bad boy loves his book. He didn't say a word, just scowling at me and probably hoping to scare me into returning it. "But I need your help in exchange for it." I finished, hopeful. He scoffed. "Sorry baby girl but I don't play games." He said without so much as cracking a smile. "You have my book, give it back. And if you've ope....." "Don't hold your breath, I didn't." I said angrily, cutting him off. "But I'm not giving it back unless you promise to help me."

I spat, glaring at him in disgust. “You’re beautiful in anything, darling,” he replied smoothly, turning to face me. The look on my face shifted instantly. This wasn’t Daniil. No, this was another ruthless bastard, one who dominated the business world. He and Daniil were both bosses, one ruling the mafia and the other towering over the business empire. It couldn’t be what I’m thinking, could it? I thought, panic rising in my chest. They have a feud between them, and he’s going to use me as a scapegoat.

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.”