Mafia Books for Women
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Forced To Wed The Mafia Heir
In the shadowy underbelly of Chicago, where loyalty is currency and power is everything, 18-year-old Kylie Santos finds herself at the center of a dangerous game she never asked to play. What happens when duty collides with desire? When the price of family loyalty is your own heart? Born into the notorious Santos crime family, Kylie has always known her life would be different. But nothing could have prepared her for the bombshell her father drops one fateful evening. As rival gangs close in, threatening to destroy everything the Santos family has built over generations, Kylie learns that she is to be the linchpin in a desperate plan for survival. "You will marry his oldest son, Lysander," her father declares, his voice as cold and unyielding as steel. In an instant, Kylie's world shatters. She's to be wed to Lysander Vincenzo, heir to the New York Familia - their longtime enemies turned reluctant allies. But can decades of bloodshed and mistrust truly be erased by a single union? Suddenly, Kylie is thrust into a world of high-stakes politics and deadly power plays. Every move she makes could tip the delicate balance between peace and all-out war. As she navigates this treacherous new reality, Kylie must grapple with her own desires and ambitions. Can she sacrifice her dreams for the greater good of her family? Or will she find a way to forge her own path amidst the chaos? But Lysander Vincenzo is no mere pawn in this game of chess. Rumored to be as ruthless as he is handsome, he harbors his own secrets and ambitions. As Kylie and Lysander circle each other warily, an unexpected spark ignites between them. Could their arranged union blossom into something real? Or will the weight of family expectations and old grudges snuff out any chance at true love?/1/114454/coverorgin.jpg?v=20f6766cdb2e30b31d48671b3b2d7f3a&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Masked Heiress: His Dead Wife Lives
"Error. The social security number associated with this user was registered as deceased five years ago. Account legally closed." Those words, glaring from a stolen hospital iPad, confirmed my darkest fear: my family had murdered me. I awoke in a sterile room after five years in a coma, my body weak but my mind sharp. My husband, Dante, the Syndicate Don, rushed in with fake grief. My parents, who'd raised me as a pawn, showed terror, avoiding my gaze. Armed guards outside confirmed I was a prisoner. Dante frantically silenced me when I asked about my son, Leo, offering a flimsy excuse. My hacker skills led me to my secret trust account, where I found myself officially declared dead. Rage replaced panic. I ripped out my IV, stumbled to the Director's office, and forced him to reveal my death certificate. It stated "Accidental drowning, brain death," signed by Dante and witnessed by my own parents. "So, I was murdered by my entire family," I declared, my voice a dead rasp. I used the forged document to blackmail Dante, demanding to be taken to Leo, my counterattack already forming. I slapped away my mother's manipulative hand, ready to reclaim my life and my son./0/97872/coverorgin.jpg?v=5dddeb9cf2505f5fc7743505b2424764&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Unmasking My Mafia Fiancé
My fiancé, a mafia Capo, promised the painkillers would help after the "car crash." It was a lie. The real accident was his temper, and I was his favorite punching bag. In a medicated haze, I overheard the truth. He was on the phone with his consigliere, boasting about stealing my billion-dollar casino blueprint. He was going to use it to become Underboss. He planned to propose, then use our world's code of silence to legally gag me from ever claiming my own work. His mistress, Olivia, would be the public face of the project. The worst part was the truth about my miscarriage. It wasn't an accident. He and Olivia had orchestrated it, calling our baby a "complication" that would kill his ambition. At a party, he proved it all. After shoving me to the ground in front of everyone, he walked away with her, leaving me in a heap of humiliation. The love I had for him didn't just die; it turned into a cold, hard certainty. He had taken my work, my child, and my dignity. So I sent him one last email: a file containing proof of every lie, every betrayal, and a video of his abuse. The subject line read: "My Wedding Gift." Then I boarded a one-way flight to New York to partner with the one man he truly feared. This wasn't a breakup. It was war./0/78474/coverorgin.jpg?v=8ef7fedbac108fbb282795294197b7a6&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Collide -The Mafia
Shelbina was adopted by a Mafia family. They adore her. Her brothers doted on her and trained her the same as they had been. She is a queen who doesn't need any crown or throne to prove herself. Xander Hill is a powerful Mafia Boss who rules his world with pride and dignity. He won't think twice before killing if it's about his people. Once he wants something he takes it at any cost./1/102096/coverorgin.jpg?v=a610cfeb09f6f55cdbf94f9eb07398c8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pampered By The Rival Mafia Boss
Ten years ago, I saved the life of New York’s most dangerous mob boss with a sewing kit. I gave Ethan Reed my youth, my loyalty, and my heart. But the moment his ex-girlfriend Chloe returned, I became disposable. It didn't matter that she had abandoned him. It didn't matter that she poisoned me, killing the unborn child Ethan didn't even know we had. When Chloe needed a kidney transplant due to her drug abuse, Ethan didn't protect me. He strapped me to a gurney. "It's just one kidney, Ava. You owe me." He harvested my organ to save the woman who murdered his heir. And when he was done, he decided I was a loose end. He dragged me to the edge of a bridge in the pouring rain. "This is how it ends," he said, his eyes devoid of love. "A tragic suicide." He pushed me into the freezing water, watching me drown to secure his happy ending. He thought I was dead. He thought the canary had sung its last song. But he forgot one thing. I was the chemist who built his empire. When his greatest rival pulled me out of the river, I didn't pray for salvation. I prayed for revenge. Three months later, I walked into his charity gala on the arm of his enemy, wearing a white suit and a smile sharp enough to cut glass. Ethan dropped to his knees when he saw me. But I wasn't there to forgive him. I was there to burn his house down./0/61579/coverorgin.jpg?v=39031000ceb974efbe232e274f241d33&imageMogr2/format/webp)
We were Born to Die
Carabella Falconetti, a headstrong mafia heiress, strives to prove herself beyond her troublesome reputation to her three powerful brothers who control the underworld. Her path collides with Enrico DiCaprio, a manipulative and suave mafia boss aiming for dominance in the escalating mafia hierarchy. Enrico exploits Carabella as a spy, unaware that their dangerous game of manipulation will lead to unexpected emotions blossoming between them. As their forbidden love grows, they must navigate treacherous alliances and familial loyalties, risking everything for a chance at a future together in a world where trust is a luxury and betrayal is a constant threat./0/53601/coverorgin.jpg?v=4c76a8d88da1635f7a00e3f6c1003baf&imageMogr2/format/webp)
DON'T TOY WITH ME: SEXIEST MAN OF THE YEAR
This book contains hot mature scenes and languages. Read at your own risk! "Ahhh...". She threw her head back and gasped at the sudden vibrating sensation from her underwear. "What..what..what was that?" "A little toy and a bigger one playing with each other". Antonio replied and pressed the button again. Angela arched her back at the sweet torment,her fingers digging into the sheets tightly. "Stop..stop..please,this is bad,my head is spinning..i ...can't..take...it". Her mouth moved convulsively. "The setting is still low, you are already so twitchy,your body is just so ready". He replied dry, watching her face closely. "Please....". "Those faces you make...you better stop or I will get hard enough to not hold back". He replied and increased the speed. "Haaa...ahhhh..wait...stop ...please". Angela cried, her eyes bulging,as she fought with herself..her thighs vibrating too. "Seeing you cry to it is actually more interesting,I should use it often on you..,this is pretty fun". He pressed the next button. "Stop please...it keeps grinding on my..clit. so hard.I..think something's coming out...my body...ahhh..I am gonna pee..stop". "If you do that...well you will explain to the doctor and nurses, how you wetted the sheets, you can do better,just hold it in". He smirked. She rubbed her thighs together and bit hard on her lower lip,trying to hold back. "Let's take it to the next level,shall we?" She opened her eyes widely,her tongue out salivating. "No..no..please..no..more...." Suddenly she felt herself shaking convulsively. I am at my limits..this is bad..I can't let this pee out...but it's extremely hard,she thought and burst into tears. "Freckles,I will advise you to save the tears we are just warming up". He breaks into her thoughts. "I.. can't..I can't...ahh nghh!" Her eyes rolled back... Anthonio watched her intently, a cigar clamped in his teeth,a hand in his pocket and the other with the remote. He could feel himself hardened. She had that insane effect on him. "Fuck! I am hard". He cursed under his breath. Suddenly the door opened. "Grandma?" Angela gasped, tears clouded her eyes as she tried to keep her face straight and voice steady. *****ADULT CONTENT HERE* read at your own risk! "No matter the time or place,you will spread your legs for me when I say so,that's my condition,can you do that?" Angela met his eyes and swallowed convulsively. "Yes". Her voice trembled. Angela, a 24 yrs old and breadwinner of her poor class family was left with no other choice other than to say yes to Mr Antonio inorder to save her nieces. Antonio Montero of the famous Montero family! The incredibly handsome, famous idol and young billionaire also known as the sexiest man of his generation. A toxic playboy with many sex scandals. Nevertheless, Angela wasn't a fan of his looks or movie roles as most girls including her very own sister, not even in the least in love with him nor he with her. He got a death wish to grant and she, emotionally blackmailed. Most girls would die to find themselves in this situation but not Angela... One year Angela will have her simple life back. But what will she do if it becomes a life time imprisonment? There are far many secrets about the Monteros that got her entrapped./0/81134/coverorgin.jpg?v=d720f98f6982cb904085e82b791f1d96&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Bellucci Bride's Vengeance
The air was thick with the scent of lilies and impending death in Don Tony Marino's master suite. As his daughter-in-law, I was expected to maintain composure, a mask I wore expertly through the hushed murmurs of the family. But nothing could prepare me for the scene that unfolded before my eyes. My husband, Sonny, burst into the death room, dragging a garish woman with too much makeup. His frantic shouts echoed: "Pop, I' m in love! This is Luna. I want an annulment from Izzy!" He declared his intention to marry this gold-digger, shattering our family's most crucial alliance with my father, Don Marcus Bellucci. A betrayal so audacious, it nearly brought the dying Don back to life in pure rage. The shock reverberated through the hushed capos and family gathered outside the door. Sonny, blinded by obsession, publicly shamed me, calling me cold and calculating. Then, Luna, the parasite, offered her "brilliant" plan to save the family: an outdated cryptocurrency money-laundering scheme. A plan so simple, so fatally flawed, even street dealers knew better. My heart ached, not for Sonny, but for the profound disrespect shown to my family, to the very alliance cemented by my brothers' sacrifice. How could he be so foolish? So reckless? Was this truly the end of everything our combined families had built, all for a cheap Vegas grifter? But as Luna babbled, a quiet, cold determination ignited within me. I calmly exposed her amateur scheme, revealing its fatal flaws for everyone to hear. In that fraught moment, a dying Don Tony Marino looked at me not as just an ally's daughter, but as the only one capable of confronting the chaos. Little did I know, this public humiliation was just the first tremor. The true reckoning for our family, and the rise of a new era, was about to begin./1/107572/coverorgin.jpg?v=6cd64985545da615dcb76efe823d6e55&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Betrayed Mafia Princess's Vengeance
I was three days away from marrying the Underboss of the Fazio crime family when I unlocked his burner phone. The screen glowed toxic bright in the dark next to my sleeping fiancé. A message from a contact saved as 'Little Trouble' read: "She is just a statue, Dante. Come back to bed." Attached was a photo of a woman lying in the sheets of his private office, wearing his shirt. My heart didn't break; it simply stopped. For eight years, I believed Dante was the hero who pulled me from a burning opera house. I played the perfect, loyal Mafia Princess for him. But heroes don't give their mistresses rare pink diamonds while giving their fiancées cubic zirconia replicas. He didn't just cheat. He humiliated me. He defended his mistress over his own soldiers in public. He even abandoned me on the side of the road on my birthday because she faked a pregnancy emergency. He thought I was weak. He thought I would accept the fake ring and the disrespect because I was just a political pawn. He was wrong. I didn't cry. Tears are for women who have options. I had a strategy. I walked into the bathroom and dialed a number I hadn't dared to call in a decade. "Speak," a voice like gravel growled on the other end. Lorenzo Moretti. The Capo of the rival family. The man my father called the Devil. "The wedding is off," I whispered, staring at my reflection. "I want an alliance with you, Enzo. And I want the Fazio family burned to the ground."/0/97873/coverorgin.jpg?v=a52ff7df97d09942d4515750a987124b&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Don's Betrayal, My Unstoppable Rise
For seven years, I was the perfect, silent wife to Dante De Luca, the Don of the Chicago Outfit. Our marriage was a contract, signed only because his true love, Isabella, left him at the altar. Then, she came back. He made me watch as he chose her, again and again. He took her into a dark closet for Seven Minutes in Heaven, emerging with a fresh love bite on her neck. Then, she framed me for stealing her diamond necklace. "She's a thief, Dante, just like her mother!" Isabella wailed. My husband didn't hesitate. He shoved me against a table and had his men throw me into the family's private holding cell. He knew it was a setup, but he still called me trash, not fit to clean her shoes. I finally understood. I was never his wife. I was just a "low-cost placeholder," a body in his bed until Isabella returned. I was disposable. So when I was finally released, I walked away. His biggest rival was waiting for me with a job offer: Chief Design Director. I would compete against Dante for the city's biggest contract, using the very architectural designs he stole from me and gave to his mistress. I would build an empire on the ashes of his pride./0/83794/coverorgin.jpg?v=20260106203058&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Pampered by the Ruthless Boss: A Deceptive Sweetness
My last memory was the smell of ancient celluloid in a 21st-century archive, then a sharp chest pain. I woke up to the stench of gin and stale perfume, trapped in a stranger's body, in 1920s Chicago. My own mother, a faded vaudeville dancer, sold me to a notorious gang boss, Artie Gallo, for a sapphire cloche hat. I found a flicker of connection with Leo, the kind projectionist, and risked everything to steal medicine for the starving poor. But when Artie discovered our secret, Leo, the only person I' d dared to trust, pointed a trembling finger at me. "She made me do it." The betrayal was a physical blow, worse than the whip that lashed my back in Artie's cursed cellar. They threw me back in my room, broken and left to fester. The film, my last connection to my old life, gone with him. My body healed, but my soul was twisted into something cold and hard. How could he? How could the one pure thing I found in this nightmare turn out to be the cruelest blade? When I finally emerged, adorned in garish makeup and a deceptively sweet smile, the old Clara was gone. I would become the woman Artie wanted, the woman this brutal world demanded. And I would make sure everyone who ever wronged me paid the price, even if it meant burying every last piece of my humanity./0/56887/coverorgin.jpg?v=ec16e6fa049229eaa52e437abac1906d&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Deceived Into Marriage By The Mafia King
Melinda Davids is a double orphan who lives with her grandmother. However, she is the most hated person in the family. Her siblings hates her because their grandmother told them that her mother was the reason of their parents' failed marriage. Her grandmother hates her because she is the granddaughter of her old nemesis. Leonardo Valentino is the beloved son of Grandma Valentino. He is now the Mafia Don. He is a cold, ruthless killer and everyone is afraid of him. He may be strong in the outside but he is broken in the inside. He hates women because his mother abandoned him the minute he was born. He was thrown at his grandmother's gate the moment he was born. His father hated him because he lost his beloved sweetheart on that fateful day. Unfortunately since his mom was a one night stand and nobody saw her when she placed him next to the gates. The guards were inside and only heard the sound of a baby crying, nobody saw the woman. His father usually sleeps with different women every time he goes to a club, he couldn't remember who he impregnated. That's the reason why his fiancée left him. DNA test was made and indeed this was his grandson which made Grandma Valentino very excited. He did not care about the fact that her son did not want this baby. So she decided to raise him like his own. She decided to teach him the business so that she can hand over everything to him. Even though his grandmother took care of him very well, which he is grateful for that but he was still broken. If there is one thing her did not want in his life, is having a woman by his side. Leonardo's and Melinda's grandmothers both made an arranged marriage for their grandchildren. Unfortunately Melinda's grandparents and mother died when she was very young which resulted in her being raised by her father's family. Grandma Valentino did not know how to execute the contract they both signed with her friend until she decided that she will hand over everything if her grandson Marries Melinda. Leonardo is very angry at his grandmother's condition especially because he hates women, in fact he wants no relationship with anyone. Melinda does not believe in marriage but the whippings she gets from her grandmother from time to time makes her pray for marriage. Melinda thinks she is signing an employment contract when at the actual fact she was signing a marriage contract with the devil. She is now the legal wife of a Mafia Don without her being fully aware of it until she discovers it at a dinner party. She does not object of it because she want anything that can make her get away from her grandmother. However, one is an ordinary girl and the other one is a mafia don. They both do not believe in marriage. Will they give this marriage a chance just as their grandmothers wished? Or they will decide to end it?/1/114456/coverorgin.jpg?v=fda875dee16879cf8abd69e56fedd57c&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Carved From My Body, His Regret
My eyes struggled open, but a heavy weight held them shut. I was paralyzed, trapped in a cold hospital room, the rhythmic beep of a heart monitor a cruel reminder of my mother's death. I, Elena Vitiello, who controlled everything, was now helpless, reduced to a slab of meat. Then I heard his footsteps. Dante. My husband, my anchor. But his voice was chillingly devoid of warmth as he ordered, "Do not increase the dosage. I will not risk damaging the organ's viability." The organ. My mind went blank, ice filling my veins. Trapped and unable to move, I realized Dante saw me only as a "political placeholder," never loving me. He was having my kidney removed, carved from my body like livestock, to save his mistress, Sofia-the woman whose messes I'd cleaned for ten years. His hand, usually my comfort, smeared away my tear with sheer disgust. The scalpel tore into my flesh, a blinding, white-hot agony. Every tug and pull hollowed me out, stripping away my potential, my love, my future. How could the man I bled for reduce me to a mere object, a spare part for his true love? The sheer insult of it fueled a volcanic rage. As my kidney was lifted out, the final illusion of our marriage shattered completely. My fear dissolved, replaced by a chilling, absolute calm. The darkness that embraced me was not defeat, but the coiling silence of a viper preparing to strike. This kidney was not a sacrifice. It was the down payment for Dante Moretti's life./0/97874/coverorgin.jpg?v=b1732d1c9ccfc5d8cb63a63faa9a23da&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Mafia Princess's Fall, Cartel Queen's Rise
The man I was about to marry was going to kill my father. I just didn't know it yet. I thought my wedding to the ruthless Don, Dante De Luca, was a love match that would finally bring peace between our warring families. But at the altar, instead of a ring, he revealed our engagement was a lie. It was a long con to avenge his aunt—my own mother—whom my senator father had secretly murdered. Then he shot my father dead in front of me. I was wounded trying to stop him and woke up his prisoner. The man I loved told me our entire relationship was just "business." He abandoned me to his new partner, a woman named Isabella, who made it clear I was nothing more than a loose end. He cut off all contact, erasing me completely, leaving me alone as the tainted daughter of a dead drug lord they called 'The Scorpion.' My whole life was a lie. My mother had been a spy for the enemy family she married into. My father was a monster. And Dante, my fiancé—my own cousin—had meticulously used my love to destroy everything I had ever known. So I let Alessia Gallo die. I disappeared and became Alma, a ghost in the cartel underworld, determined to finish the mission my mother started. Years later, he walked into my cantina, a man on a mission. He didn't recognize the hardened woman I'd become, and this time, he was the one walking into my trap./1/102099/coverorgin.jpg?v=03da5643046dd1765b6c4d839e968363&imageMogr2/format/webp)
Breaking The Mafia Lord's Golden Cage
I stood next to the most dangerous man in Chicago, smiling for the cameras while my phone vibrated against my leg. I was the perfect mafia wife—a well-dressed pet in a gilded cage. But the message on my screen shattered everything. It was a photo of my husband, Dante, with his assistant, Jade. She wasn't just straddling him; she was wearing the shark tooth bracelet—a sacred war trophy Dante swore was locked in our safe. He lied to my face when I asked about it. Then came the video. I watched as he told her I was "barren" and a "failing appliance" he planned to shelf once she gave him a son. After two years of trying for a baby, he was mocking my pain to his mistress. He thought I would just cry. He thought a black Amex card and a trip to Paris would buy my silence. He believed I was too weak to survive without his protection. He was wrong. I didn't just leave. I took his grandmother's wedding ring to a jeweler and made him melt it down with a blowtorch until it was nothing but an ugly lump of gold. Then, I sent his darkest secrets to the FBI. It was time for Elena Paletti to die./0/81293/coverorgin.jpg?v=6c4b09ea99a1fa776641ca8dd9add339&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Angel Who Saved Him Twice
My name is Marcus Costello, heir to a New York crime family, and today I was meant to choose my future wife from a lineup of my elite bodyguards, the "Guardian Angels." My mother, the Donna, sat across from me with their photos, but my mind was miles away, trapped in a dim, dusty warehouse by the docks. I remembered the smell of stale water and fear, and the agonizing pain of my own blood. In my first life, I chose Seraphina "Sera" Rossi, my beautiful childhood crush, Angel One. When rivals kidnapped me, I called her, my wife, my top guard, but she dismissed me, too "busy" seeing Leo Maxwell, the man she truly loved. She left me to be tortured for hours before a bullet ended it. The last thing I remembered was a desperate cry: Winter "Winn" Hayes, Angel Ten, found me, fought like a demon, and died trying to shield my already broken body. Her loyalty was a stark contrast to Sera's unforgivable treachery. Now, I was blinking back to reality, realizing I was sent back in time, back before the betrayal, to the moment of choice. A wave of nausea hit me as I saw Sera's arrogant smile on the top photo. I pushed her photo aside, then another, and another, until my hand stopped on the last one, Winter Hayes, Winn. "This one," I said, my voice steady, laying her photo on the table. My mother was surprised, but this time, I wouldn't be a fool. I had a second chance, and this time, I would live./0/70030/coverorgin.jpg?v=eb3bd25d62ff487304ba538962f81792&imageMogr2/format/webp)
UNDER THE DON'S COMMAND
His hand shot out, gripping her chin tighter, forcing her to meet his eyes "listen carefully and make sure this words stick in your head" "You belong to me, I own you. No matter how far you run.. i will find you and then the next time you try to escape, I will make sure you are in a wheelchair for the rest of your life. Do you understand?" Rosa's body shook as his words sank in, each one a cold sharp blade, she nodded unable to form words. ____________ Sold to Italy's most feared mafia don to repay her father's debt, Rosa's life becomes a prison. Her only way out? Escape - even if it means running while eight months pregnant. But one wrong move leads to betrayal, a bullet, and her disappearance. Years later, Rosa reemerges as Jia -a new name, a new life, a loving husband, and twin children. She's finally free... or so she thinks. When fate brings her face to face with Silvio, the man she fled, Jia must hide the truth at all costs. But with each encounter, danger grows - and so does a forbidden attraction/1/100379/coverorgin.jpg?v=c68d4fe770d4cfc34b0ab04c234223d8&imageMogr2/format/webp)
He Chose The Mistress, I Took Everything
On the night of our fifth anniversary, I wasn't drinking champagne. I was standing in the shadows of my husband's study, clutching an encrypted drive I found taped behind our wedding photo. It contained the blueprints to a life Dante was building with another woman—Sofia Ricci, the daughter of our sworn enemy. He wasn't just cheating on me. He was using the Port Redevelopment project I had spent two years designing to launder the money he needed to run away with her. When I confronted him, Dante didn't beg for forgiveness. He looked at me with the cold indifference of a Capo and told me to fix my face for dinner. The humiliation didn't stop there. He forced me to share a car with his mistress while my ankle was swollen and throbbing from a fall. He fussed over Sofia’s "delicate" motion sickness while ignoring my pain completely. "Elena is sturdy," he dismissed. Sturdy. Like a mule. Like a table he owned. He even stripped me of my rank, handing my multi-million dollar operation to Sofia simply because she had a "vision" for glass walls. He thought I was just a compliant wife, a placeholder to keep his books clean while he played house with his true love. He forgot that while he was the muscle, I was the architect. So, at the Family Gala, wearing a backless revenge dress, I didn't just ask for a separation. I threw a glass of champagne in his face and announced to the entire underworld that the accounts were empty. I didn't just leave him. I took the encryption keys, the money, and his entire future with me./1/100380/coverorgin.jpg?v=e25615fa9c8d204a9ed9199e8c02e5c3&imageMogr2/format/webp)
The Waitress Is Actually The Mafia Queen
I spent a year scrubbing floors in my fiancé’s club, hiding my identity as the daughter of the Capo dei Capi. I needed to know if Connor Bishop was a King worth merging empires with, or just a puppet. The answer came walking in wearing a neon pink dress. Jaden Juarez, a civilian he was infatuated with, didn't just treat me like a servant; she deliberately poured scalding espresso over my hand because I refused to be her valet. The pain was blinding, my skin blistering instantly. I video-called Connor, showing him the burn, expecting him to enforce the code of our world. Instead, seeing his investors watching, he panicked. He chose to sacrifice me to save face. "Get on your knees," he roared through the speaker. "Beg her pardon. Show her the respect she deserves." He wanted the daughter of the most dangerous man on the East Coast to kneel to his mistress. He thought he was showing strength. He didn't realize he was looking at a woman who could burn his entire world to ash with a single phone call. I didn't cry. I didn't beg. I simply hung up the phone and locked the kitchen doors. Then, I dialed the one number everyone in the underworld feared. "Dad," I said, my voice cold as steel. "Code Black. Bring the papers." "And send the wolves."/1/102101/coverorgin.jpg?v=8d8d577ab77fb2e432e7d762b9a875a2&imageMogr2/format/webp)
