The Mafia Lord And His Forbidden Princess

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I believed in. Well, in my case, doomsday ha

a tall stature. I knew who it was. Terenzio De Vitto. I had thought my life could not get

lar body, like almost every Mafioso his age in the New York

ind a thick pillar. My heart raced infuriatingly. I did not want my brother

Dom had said. Except, what if it was? If i

the syndicate, but my father wore it on his sleeves like some ornament. My

our father. Instead, he became the Consigliere, the advisor, to Adonis Vitale, the Capo of the Vitale Crime Empire, because my brother was the onl

e since Papa’s tragic death. While I loved the wa

and his hordes of men who did not even dare look at me, I had wanted nothing more than

and a judgemental look over his icy expression. I scanned

pt

io was

t if I accidentally came

did h

find his seat.” He shook his head in disappointment. “You’re

, not

hy are you hiding from him? I’ve never seen you scared of a man, no

If you say this one more time, I swear to God, I’ll en

ing me off,” he grumbled. “I don’t see what’s wrong with giv

nd

he ag

now each other before marriage’ scheme, I had been sure Terenzio would reject it, which was why I had agreed to it.

ou out on however many dates you like.” Before I could speak, h

brow. “What

you’re my

dding gown with her brother, Matteo Rossi, who was also a Capo as Adonis

, since I had broken the other heel as well, holding the pleated drop of my peach-coloured dre

that far. Trou

uttered, “I’m thinking ab

od luck on that, seeing as you won’t be able to make

e rolled

shot. They, no doubt, were talking about the De Lucas, the ones being monit

with a pouty face, “Would it piss yo

s, I’ll be pissed. Furious. Enraged

De Vitto is here and I... I don’t w

olise an unmarried woman over the age of twenty. We both were way past that. I was twenty-four, and she was twenty-si

stay until the vows are over. T

py eyes,” I said. “Fine, I’ll stay, but as soon as the vows a

ar as I know, you don’t

ded brother, the enemy territory and no matter how many peace treat

obably just go back to

locked for tonight.

wedding would go on till midnight with the dance, dinner, and all that. T

to stay here for Dom to come every

ed to us and Dom quic

h Dom. He had to understand my need for space from him, given all the emotions I had been feeling.

ust yet; maybe I would not h

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t anger and nausea at the sight. As many around me suspected, it had little to do with the fact that she was once mine, should h

r—a woman not bound by traditions or rules. She would grow to hate her life eventually because from

y brother forcing me down on my seat. Pietro’s hands were close to his gun

orted whiskey and disappear, seeing the women cast their pitiful gazes and

orgot I was t

the position, but my recklessness had been long gone. Pietro was the smart, the calm one—the brother who was always Ma’s

anymore. I scurried up to the terrace of the building, my body aching from so

e asked. I often wondered how he remained so

hat do you think? I’

with a hint of warning. “We will stay the night

aps forgotten

sked me to accompany you to this wedding to keep your head straight. This is me doing exactl

ing but their way of mocking me.” They had surely had a good laugh behind my back. I pu

ithout your head up my arse. Be a sweet litt

id, “Just don’t lose your shit,

years desiring, and… now, hating had gotten married right bef

d have cherished her, kept her as she willed. Did she perhaps think I was a controlling,

Capo of Cosa Nostra like I was the Capo of 'Ndrangheta. Adonis Vitale ruled most of New York alongside his rivals, the Illianos, while

er dead father for dying and leaving them with a fate far worse than death? Godfather Rossi, who had allowed his daughter and granddaughters to

s intense,” a

p terrace. Only the soft lights from around the building and the stars silhouetted her face, bu

ot remember where. I looked down at the gate and t

mbed

the spaghetti straps, it was clear w

a woman clim

between my thumb and forefinger, unsmoked, while I tried to make more of her features. She was sl

ble, and certainly not f

one, aren’t you?” She remained quiet and looked down at the venue. “I’ll

nal. I’d rath

ou tell me yours.” It wa

us one.” My smirk dropped at her words and my lips tightened. She went on, “Mine’s not as severe as yo

xpression, I blurted, “In t

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