The Badboy Meets The Mafia Princess Novels & Stories

"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.

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.

“Are you alright ma’am?’ one of the men asked. I was assuming he was a man with how thick his voice was, and just that moment I saw Maria, she had the boss drive into the large hall. “Come on Gui, we got company and they are here to help” she said to me, this gave me a little relief. I took off the vial revealing my full Mafia regalia. My boots and brown leather outfit was all hidden beneath that dress. It was time to fight a common enemy so I needed all the comfort I could get. The tower was quite huge and it would take time for us to locate exactly where the boss was with my son. It was an old building, with grass sprouting out on the side of the walls and the top sides that had any trace

“I’ve asked you this so many times. Why do you need me? I’m not a fighter. No one else knows about this place. Just let me go!” “But I can’t—not today, not ever.” He replied. “Why?” I demanded, rage edging into my voice. “Do you need me to serve at a meeting?” He replied without a hint of remorse, “No. I have a meeting, but they won’t be eating food—they’ll be eating bullets from head to toe. You’re our fourth shooter. Besides, you’ve done this before. How hard could it be?” My heart skipped a beat. He was actually planning to take me on a shooting spree. Had I really become part of the mafia like that? As for Vincent—the man I shot—it was an honest mistake, one I wished had never happened.

“Look around lady, do you really think anyone will come here to help you? It isn't a crime if there is no record.” My mouth fell open in both shock and fear. Shock because he could say something like that to me and fear because I realized that what he said was true. They looked just like the mafia that I have read so much about and the way they speak about their boss; it was so obvious that they would get away with any crime. I sighed deeply, trying to find a way out of the mess I had gotten myself into. How did I already get in trouble? Why did I so stupidly get into their car without verifying? There must have been a sign that I missed at the airport.