Novel & Cerita The Badboy Meets The Mafia Princess

Sandra listened intently, her expression softening with each passing moment. 'I'll help you, Annabella,' Sandra said finally, her voice firm. 'But you have to do something for me,' her expression is flirtatious enough for Isabella to guess what she's getting at. 'Sandra, can't you at least...' She cut her off completely. 'If you don't want me to help you, just leave. I'm not forcing you at all,' Sandra told her, she lit a cigar to smoke. She's a baddie, which is obvious, a transformed one because Sandra changed into this bad form due to her financial problem which led to the death of her sister.

"Be careful tonight, Cassandra. This crowd isn't as civilized as it pretends." Then he was gone, swallowed by the crowd with his entourage trailing behind. I stood there, pulse racing, champagne soaking into the hem of my dress. What the hell was that? "Making friends?" Ruby appeared beside me, her voice dripping with mockery. She looked perfect in red silk, playing the role of Roglas princess like she was born for it. "That was Rafael Montez. Mafia boss. Very dangerous. Very off-limits." My stomach twisted. Mafia. "Uncle Javin would have a stroke if he saw you talking to him," Ruby continued, examining her nails. "The Montez family and our... associates have a complicated history. Stay away

I was a mafia princess in hiding. I gave my husband everything. Then, right after his company went public, he cheated on me at the party I threw for him. With his childhood sweetheart, Isabella. “Elena, you can’t even iron an Hermès scarf? Look at these wrinkles. It’s a cheap rag.” I stopped. The steam from the iron—or maybe my own rage—blurred my vision. Marco’s mother, Amelia, threw the expensive scarf back at me, her face full of contempt.

Then sharply, as if on instinct, she turned to take a good look at the van which was hiding her, boldly on the van was written; The Mambas Organisation. Holy moly! She gasped. Mambas Organisation? Crap! That was one of the mafia gangs in their street if not the whole of New Jersey, not just one, it was the leading gang, the most powerful mafia organisation, being headed by the most fierceful mafia Lord ever known, Lord Lucario. She had heard so much about him and his mafia gang, heard from her grandma and from the ‘johns’ she serviced. They always talked about him, and his gang, and how powerful they were.

Two of Vitale's men were behind me before I could move. One of them dropped two duffel bags on the dining table in front of my father and he opened the bag before nodding at Roman. "Take her to the car" Roman instructed and his men gestured for me to follow them. "Mom?" I called as it dawned on me what they were about t o do, she refused to meet my gaze. They aren't forcing me to marry him. They are selling me to him.

“He looks like a goddamn accountant.” In our world, the Moretti family ruled the city’s underground. Adrian wasn’t just another soldier. He was the family’s most trusted enforcer—cold, precise, untouchable. And I, Isabella Russo, the spoiled mafia princess, was not about to take orders from him. So I fought him. On his first day, I set fire to his lavish villa, watching flames devour the marble walls and glass ceilings until the estate collapsed into ashes. He only looked at me once, his voice flat and merciless:

I don’t quite feel my feet, but I don’t worry, Connor holds me tight to his body. The music is slow and I can feel his muscles getting stiff when moving his body, his six pack abs his against my skin and even under my protective clothes, I still get aroused, and a lot… The party ends and instead of me getting better by dancing with Connor, it seems that I got drunker. I smile trying to cover my mouth and the girls and I laugh when we hear Adam saying to Connor: “It seems that Connor did well and will take the Italian princess home.” If Adam knew the amount of money I left in Italy to have a dignify life, he would also laugh at the irony of his affirmation, not princess… I’m the queen of the

“He’s making threats and Matteo is involved and I didn’t see it coming. What is going on?” It was time for me to pull my head out of Maria’s ass. I thought avoidance was best. I was wrong. What happened tonight was not something I saw coming and I wasn’t prepared. A Mafia princess is always ready, and I needed to find my Rossi bitch. Unfortunately, she was in hiding and considering going to the mattresses. Could I be more pathetic? “Alessandro slept his way through half the princesses over the past three years. This year, you’re on his radar.”

This is a mafia club. We stopped in a open area near the center, where clusters of men gathered around low tables, drinks in hand. Their conversations paused as I was deposited on a velvet chaise like merchandise on display. "Look what wandered in from the cold." They circled. Vultures scenting weakness. "God, look at her. Face like a virgin saint. But that dress..." He let out a low whistle. "That dress says she's begging for it." "I'm not—" I tried to push myself upright, but my arms shook. "Please, this is a mistake. I was drugged. My boyfriend left me here—I don't know why—"

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