In The Wrong Mafia Don's Bed

Chapter 7

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my spine. His hand was a steel vice aro

ale moonlight to slice through the suffocating darkness of the honeymoon s

nt scream. It wasn't Leo. It was Damien Moretti. T

first assault. I scrambled backward, tangling in the Egyptian cotto

terrifying, unnatural rage that burned in his dark eyes, he descended upon me again. There was no mercy, no hesitat

swallowed by the darkness. He pinned me down, his

k the Moretti leg

ision went black, the last thing I felt being his massive weig

him. My body throbbed with a vicious ache, the ruined sheets a glaring testament to the nightmare I had su

ying picture of composed authority, his dark hair slicked back, a white towel wrapped low

commanded, his voice a

inking back against the carved maho

e sheet away, scooping me up into his arms as easily as if I weighed nothing. He carried me into the fre

fall showerhead, stealing the breath from my lungs. I gasped, wrapping my arms around my knees as

me like a wrathful god. "Explain to me," he demande

attering violently. "The maid-she was

atastrophic human error. He didn't apologize. He simply looked at me with a mixture of disgust and somethin

pulled a thick robe tightly around myself and s

e tunnel. A few yards away, I saw her. Frankie. Her p

breathed, my

retti strolled out, wearing a silk robe and a messy, arrogant smirk. He

. "Morning, Ice Queen. You've got hands, why did

inch. Her eyes we

ed, broken state. A flicker of confusion c

ming a lethal shield. She leaned in close to Leo, her voice droppin

make sure you never leave a whee

rching for a bluff, but found only the chilling promise of vi

silent look, an unbreakable alliance was forged. We wer

her eyes narrowing as she stepped toward him,

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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.”