The Mafia King's Pretend Wife

ys knew her life w

cted to walk down th

azzo De Luca, her father's mansion perched on the edge of the Amalfi Coast. Her mother's emera

the perfect mafia bride: e

si

already

a funeral procession. Ahead, the chapel d

ing was

she did

who might

Mafia royalty with a body count longer than a shipping manifest. The man who'd

was her hu

merge empires. To end the blood feud b

a wasn't

a tick

age would be h

Minutes

. Sit

Alessandro De Luca stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, a glass

ed standing.

, her mother, I

slowly. "You don

arrying a

I'll hand your mother over to

mouth

me. Mar

were butchers in designer suits.

n't," she

shrugged.

e, Elena. Just... survive.

ck at the man who had sold her futu

y h

aid. "Because the Marquettes are circling like wolves. Because your brother was too weak to li

fists

ted to

nted t

he di

other's eyes

oman in this world was another wom

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aled h

es

sic sw

atin cho

rom vengeance. Black suit, black shirt, no tie.

o hers as she stepp

Unfor

hu

t blink. D

t pre

love at fi

r at firs

. Alessandro stood betw

said, not bothering with the priest, "we n

ld out h

a to

in was

ip was

your wife, under the protection of the old co

id, never lookin

le

red up

eyes of

no

d

d back. "Then the

kis

sn't

posse

oneymoon suite was noth

. No soft jazz

e sound of the lock

ll in her wedding gown. Dante tossed his

quiet,"

alcula

s brow. "Car

ide to kill me like you

urned.

" he said. "I just

fort

her, unhurried. "

't kno

'll c

don't wa

made

tightened. "

er. He smelled like smoke and

tly. "A De Luca wife? Tied to the same blo

flin

idn't m

, since your father

ng to do with it," s

d y

s six

old enough t

im. "I didn't k

"And I haven't k

dn

ouldn't

s are too smooth. The man in the

ered onto the balcony. The sea

ed guards pace

she felt h

ound in silk and de

"You always sneak

er 'obs

arriage is to you? A

s a powe

here's your first le

r. "You're a queen

ng with a throne

r than

her head. "

red at e

ctric passed

lo

t

hing more

cogn

rules,"

do

u don't spy for your fat

"You'll have to

e sm

wa

re

ter-Callahan

idnight. Elena stepped into her n

te was a fortress

halls, steel doors, and a staff

was efficient.

co

. No laughter. Just

a private corridor. "You have the right to request security

ecide I wan

e pa

to walk out t

sniper on

as forgivi

to k

the door t

Clean.

her f

e," she said as he turned

"Then what do

blink. "T

e careful what you wi

n he wa

e-Unknow

en fli

op-Elena in her wedding gown, standi

ather chair, cigarette

as hidden

t she?" A voice

pped into the light,

at," the man murmur

brow. "You think

t yet. But

adjustin

ly. And once she learns the t

te sm

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