The Mafia's Wrong Woman

The Mafia's Wrong Woman

Pinkie Alaha

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"Please... I'm not her." But the ropes bite tighter, and the man with dead eyes doesn't flinch. Fortune Daquino was never meant to be here. Mistaken for Emily Carter, she's taken by Zeke Zee Armani-kingpin, predator, and the embodiment of danger and desire. What Zeke doesn't know? Fortune can body morph. Now, trapped in a world where power is intoxicating, bloodlust is addictive, and sex is a weapon, Fortune must decide who she's willing to become. Because in Zeke's world, no one is innocent. She stole a life. He stole her freedom. But in the end, love demanded blood.

Chapter 1 THE GIRL IN THE KITCHEN

CHAPTER ONE

THE GIRL IN THE KITCHEN

Her eyes stayed glued to the sauce she was whisking, the copper pan held steady in one gloved hand, her dark curls swept under a net. Despite the heat pressing against her skin and the pressure bearing down on her spine, she looked calm.

Years in kitchens had taught Fortune Daquino to keep her head down and her spirit quieter. In places like this, palaces of excess masquerading as homes, being invisible was survival.

"Three lamb chops for Table Four, one halibut for the vegan client upstairs, and the truffle risotto for the mistress," called out Darien, the French executive chef who barely tolerated her.

"Risotto is almost done," Fortune answered coolly, stirring. "I'll handle the plating."

"You'll what?" he snapped, spinning on her. "You want to take credit for the mistress's plate?"

"She likes my plating. She complimented it last week." Fortune said softly.

Darien sneered, trying to match her tone. "That was luck."

But he didn't stop her. Because the truth was when it came to the food, no one could deny Fortune had magic in her fingers.

She ladled the rich, creamy risotto onto the plate, spreading it with a practiced swirl. Thinly shaved truffle followed, a whisper of gold dust, then a delicate drizzle of white wine reduction. Perfect.

She set the plate on the silver tray. The butler took it without a glance and disappeared toward the elevators.

The kitchen roared back into motion. But Fortune stood still for a second, staring at the empty plate in front of her as though it were a crystal ball.

Twenty three minutes later, the butler returned looking pale, nervous and alone.

Darien noticed him first. "Where's the tray?"

The butler swallowed hard. "Miss Emily says she is unwell. She's blaming the food."

"She what?" Darien asked sharply.

"She said the risotto made her ill. That it was sour. That it ruined her appetite. She's demanding someone be held accountable."

Darien's face turned red. Then he turned.

"Fortune."

Her blood chilled.

"She ate the whole plate," Fortune said, stunned. "She didn't even send it back. That dish was flawless..."

"You're dismissed."

"What?"

"You're fired. Immediately. Pack your things and leave."

"I did nothing wrong!" Fortune's voice rose just slightly but in a room full of eyes and ears, it was enough to paint her as hysterical.

Darien stepped toward her. "Do you think I'm going to argue with the daughter of the man who signs my paychecks? Miss Emily says the food was poison, you made it, yeah?"

"I did," Fortune said defiantly, shoulders squaring. "And there was nothing wrong with it. She's lying."

"You think I don't know that?" Darien hissed, low. "But I need this job. And so do you...except, now you've lost it."

Fortune knew Emily hated her. Ever since the day she tripped over her dog and blamed Fortune. Ever since she called her "kitchen scum" in front of two senators.

She wanted her gone. This was just the excuse.

"She's doing this on purpose," Fortune said, quieter now. "To humiliate me."

Darien gave a cold shrug. "Then consider yourself humiliated."

Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, but she refused to let them fall. She pulled off her apron, tossed it on the counter, and walked out. Not a single person stopped her.

Fortune stepped out into the night with a plastic container of leftover bread and her bus pass stuffed into the pocket of her jeans. The wind hit her skin like a slap. Her throat tightened as the Carter mansion glowed behind her, golden and untouchable.

She'd worked there for two years. Two years of late nights and brutal shifts. Of missing holidays, working through fevers, and biting her tongue every time Emily Carter pretended she didn't exist or worse, that she was furniture.

Now, she was nothing again.

Just a girl with a dream and no money. A chef with no kitchen or a house.

She sat on the curb, hugged the container of bread, and let her head fall forward.

The cool evening air prickled her skin, the night buzzed with the distant sounds of traffic, wind brushing over hedges.

She stared at her scuffed sneakers, breaths coming slow and tight.

Then it hit her, her backpack!

Her heart dropped.

It was still in the staff quarters, the tiny shared room behind the main kitchen. Her phone, ID, transit card, worn copy of The Silver Spoon cookbook, and what little cash she had left were all in that bag.

"Shit," she muttered, rising abruptly to her feet. "What was I thinking?"

Her fingers dug into her coat pocket for the spare keycard. It was still there, she hadn't yet turned it in.

She took a deep breath and started back toward the rear service entrance, slipping through the side hedge, down the path where caterers and chauffeurs came and went unseen.

The kitchen was quieter now, less chaos, more clinking, clean up mode. Lights were still on, but the tension had thinned.

She bypassed the kitchen door and cut around to the staff wing, glancing over her shoulder as she did. Her shoes barely made a sound on the stone pathway.

Inside the dim hallway, she could perceive the scent of bleach and lavender. She moved quickly, her heart pounding with every step. Her room was the third door on the left.

She slid the keycard through the lock.

A soft click and she slipped inside.

The room was dark, just two narrow beds, thin linens, and lockers barely big enough for anything. Her backpack sat right where she'd left it, slouched against the foot of her bed like it had been waiting for her.

She rushed forward and snatched it up, her fingers curling around the fraying strap with relief. Slinging it over one shoulder, she turned to leave but froze when she heard voices coming down the hall.

That same voice from outside. Smooth, cold, amused.

"You're sure she was alone?"

"Positive. Walked out with nothing but a container of bread," answered someone else, maybe a staff, she wasn't sure This one didn't sound familiar. "Didn't cause a scene."

"And the Carter girl?"

"She's in her suite, prolly happy. Getting ready for the after party. She's taking forever to get dressed."

The footsteps drew closer.

Fortune backed toward the closet then slipped inside just as the door grated open.

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The Mafia's Wrong Woman
1

Chapter 1 THE GIRL IN THE KITCHEN

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Chapter 2 THE DRESS SHE DIED FOR

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Chapter 3 BECOMING HER

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Chapter 4 THE DANCE OF DANGER

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Chapter 5 HELLFIRE

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Chapter 6 BEHIND ZEKE'S EYES

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Chapter 7 SHE WHO WEARS THE MASK

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Chapter 8 THE DEVIL'S FAVOURITE SIN

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Chapter 9 FIND MY DAUGHTER

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Chapter 10 I WANT TO KNOW

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Chapter 11 LIL MAMA

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Chapter 12 THE BILLION DOLLAR VANISH

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Chapter 13 I STOLE FROM THE MAFIA AND SLEPT IN A VAN

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Chapter 14 THE DISAPPEARING HEIRESS

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Chapter 15 PICANTO

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Chapter 16 THE WOMAN BESIDE HIM

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Chapter 17 SHE RAN, BUT NOT FAR ENOUGH

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Chapter 18 A PRICE TAG AND A THREAT

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Chapter 19 THE RETURN OF EMILY CARTER

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Chapter 20 THE SENATOR'S VISIT

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Chapter 21 THE BILLION DOLLAR EXCHANGE

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Chapter 22 THE HIGH LIFE AND THE HEAT

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Chapter 23 RUN

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Chapter 24 THE COUNTRY IS ON FIRE

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Chapter 25 FALL OF THE KING

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Chapter 26 MIRACLE CELL

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Chapter 27 GARAGE BOY

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Chapter 28 OCEAN SECERTS

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Chapter 29 LOVE IN THE GARDEN

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Chapter 30 HER BLESSING DENIED

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Chapter 31 THE COST OF A STOLEN FACE

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Chapter 32 THE TASTE OF FRUIT AND LIES

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Chapter 33 WE KILLED HER

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Chapter 34 DID YOU MOAN FOR HER

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Chapter 35 MARKED!

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Chapter 36 THE LAST CHANCE

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Chapter 37 THE RETURN OF HIS CRUSH

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Chapter 38 MAFIA WAR

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Chapter 39 WOUNDED HEARTS AND WARPATH

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Chapter 40 HIS WOMAN LEFT

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