In The Wrong Mafia Don's Bed

Chapter 2

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o needs to hear what I act

ntly off the vaulted ceilings of the cathedral as

vesdrop on the pathetic prayers of a ruined family's daughter, but her sheer audacity kept me rooted to the s

marble. "If I have to marry, he must be breathtaking. Built like a Gre

Griffin empire was crumbling into dust, yet this pa

y. If he ever dares to take a mistress, I'll take him to the cleaners. I'll leave

digging child who understood nothing of our world. In the *Famiglia*, marriage wasn't born of love or loyalty; it was a brutal tran

encounter, I turned and

I reached into my tailored coat for my keys, but my instincts flared a fracti

arrow walkway. *Enfor

ness that demanded absolute obedience. "What is the meaning of

My most trusted Soldier. His face was a blank, unr

his tone devoid of its usual deference

er. The Matriarch and the sole

without flinching, "you will marry Francesca Gri

the Don," I commanded, the absolute authority of my

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Elder to force a union if the family's survival or bloodline was at stake. It was a law older than the

er's maneuver distracted me. I calculated the political fallou

of distraction was

I could draw my weapon, he was behind me. A thick cloth, reeking of a

forcers swarmed, pinning my arms with heavy, coordinated precision. I held my breath, fighting the i

stone arches of the clo

truggling to keep the rag over my face as my knees finally buckl

ed me under. Isabella Griffin wanted a loyal Greek god.

d me whole, sealing m

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“When our family empire crumbled, my sister and I were sold off as collateral to the Chicago Outfit. My fierce sister Frankie was forced to marry Damien Moretti, the terrifying Don. I was shackled to his brother Leo, a notorious, degenerate playboy. I thought my life was over, but the real nightmare began on our wedding night. A terrified maid handed me the wrong room key. Exhausted and numb, I crawled into a dark honeymoon suite, praying my new husband would be too drunk to find me. Instead, the heavy door opened, and a man fueled by a drug-laced drink stepped in. He was ruthless, punishing, and entirely stripped away my dignity in the pitch black. When the morning light finally broke, I turned my head, expecting to see Leo's boyish face. Instead, I saw a profile carved from ice. Damien Moretti. The Don. My sister's husband. The very man who had previously called me a "liability" and ruined my life. When he realized who I was, his eyes filled with absolute, chilling disgust. He dragged me out of the ruined sheets, threw me onto the floor of a freezing shower, and demanded to know why I had sneaked into his suite. "You ruined me. How am I supposed to look at Frankie? You should have just killed me. Kill me now, Damien. It would be a mercy compared to this." I sobbed, the freezing water mingling with my tears. He just stared down at me with cold, unreadable intent. I was now trapped in a house of monsters, carrying the Don's darkest secret, and I had to figure out how to survive without destroying my sister.”