The Mafia Beast's Blushing Bride Novels & Stories

His gaze swept over Lina and Giovanni: cold and lethal. Bang! Rafael kicked the massive banquet table over. Silverware and wine crashed to the floor. The enormous Rossi family crest, custom-made and unmistakable, lay face-up. Rafael placed his foot on it. The metal buckled beneath his heel with a sickening screech. In the mafia world, this was the ultimate humiliation. The other dons went pale, but not a single one dared speak. He crouched in front of me. The moment his eyes took in my swollen, bleeding cheek and my shattered, blood-soaked fingers… The blue of his irises turned blood-red.

Anatoly gritted his teeth as the thought that a mere crippled girl had deceived him drove him crazy and unstable. He furiously downed more of the burning liquid down his throat, ripping open his whole body with the burning sensation. “I will kill her! I will fucking rip her head off her neck!” He took another swig until the container was empty. His chest burned and his whole body clenched up tightly. He then let out a dangerously low, humorless laugh and tightened his jaw. “You want to become a mafia's bride so badly? I'll fucking grant your wishes.” He muttered under his breath, in between a low slur and his rough voice.

He isn't letting me go back to my former room and it is pissing me off, scaring the shit out of me of the imagination running through my head of what this man is really capable of. Mafias are bad people. They kill people. They engage in bad business. Who the hell is this man I got myself married to? As I storm outside without a particular destination in mind, a new thought sinks into my head wanting to comfort me a little about being the devil's bride. In reality, I am not his real bride. I am just a replacement for the woman who left him at the altar. As soon as he gets his hands on her, I will be free from his grip. Free to go back home to Chicago.

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.”

As we were all seated now, an elder from the Darkwood Society stood up and started the meeting. “As we all know we are here to form a peace treaty between the Blade mafia family and the Darkwood Society, so as to open up the northern border in exchange for the Darkwood Society alliance,” he announced. “And what do we get in return?” a Blade mafia member asked. “Of course we promise to refrain from our attacks on the blade mafia family,” the Darkwood elder replied with a dark smile. The room was silent for a minute, then my father stood up to speak. “I have already accepted this marriage treaty and have brought my 3rd daughter here as she is to be the bride,” he said as he turned to look at m

His eyes were blazing with a fire that I rarely saw. Axel smiled and nodded. “Whatever you say. Now if you must excuse Jenny and I…” “Ashley..”, the girl corrected, her eyes frolicking around in embarrassment. Bastard didn't even know the girl's name. Out of all the mafia men I had seen, Luca was the only one who knew how to treat a woman. “Yeah well. She and I have something to do so we'll have to leave” He said trying to get away. “Don't you think there's no need for you to be here though?”, Luca suddenly spoke up and the man halted, turning around with gritted teeth.

She would be his queen, and their children would grow up strong and powerful. Asher, one of her dad’s men, held out his hand. Larissa placed hers in his. He looked at her for a moment, and when she nodded, he gave the signal. The big church doors opened with a loud creak, and everyone turned to see the bride. Larissa, the mafia princess, walked down the aisle. Her head was held high, and a tiny smile played on her lips. Everyone wished they could be her. Not even in their wildest dreams.

“What’s a pretty woman like you doing alone in a club like this?” I gave him a half-smile, sipped my drink, then leaned back. “I’m not alone. My friend’s here somewhere. And also—I’m married.” He blinked. “Really?” “Yep.” I raised my hand, showing him the simple ring Alessio gave me. “Married to a very dangerous man.” The guy chuckled, clearly amused. “Dangerous, huh?” I narrowed my eyes playfully. “He’s in the Mafia. And he can fight. Like, really well.”

She heard a woman whisper harshly as she walked past. Her back stiffened, and for one moment she feared the woman was talking about her. “I heard he beat her up even today. On their own engagement day.” Another female voice whispered back. Prim hurried faster towards the restroom door. She had felt something was weird with the bride earlier. So it was a Mafia thing for husbands to be a*sholes? Some of these women actually had it worse than she did with Egan. The bride did at least. She opened the door, walked into the restroom, and saw Julian standing there.

He placed his finger under my chin and forced me to look up into his deep blue eyes. “Koa what the hell are you doing?” I whisper-shouted. “Sit d--” My words were cut off as he lowered to my level and planted his lips against mine. The kiss was passionate and I began to kiss him back when he shifted into the booth that I was sitting in. We finally pulled apart, my breathing slightly heavier due to the impromptu makeout session. Koa briefly looked upset when he had to pull back from me when the food was being brought out to our table. I desperately tried to relax my breathing while he looked completely calm and put together. He smirked while I began sipping at my cold water quickly. “I should