Mafia Princess's Fall, Cartel Queen's Rise

now it yet. I thought my wedding to the ruthless Don, Dante De Luca, was

ie. It was a long con to avenge his aunt-my own mother-whom my senator

up his prisoner. The man I loved told me o

nothing more than a loose end. He cut off all contact, erasing me completely, leav

he married into. My father was a monster. And Dante, my fiancé-my own co

d to finish the mission my mother started. Years later, he walked into my cantina, a man on a mission.

pte

sia

was going to kill my father

suit smooth against my skin. The Scottsdale sun warmed my bare shoul

ike me, a cherished and sheltered d

blic face as a beloved politician melting away to rev

the aisle, waiting

he Ghost

world. He was the youngest Don the De Luca Family had ever seen, a

power with a brutality that wa

this truce with his family's old

ove for the dark prince who had looked at me-not at th

aced my hand

strange jolt, a flicker of

m against my ribs, ready to lose myself in

ed on my father.

t pull o

the words were not for me. They were a dea

is over,

r's smil

" he announced, his voice ringing across the stunned silence, "to clai

ed her his aunt. My mind reeled, trying to connect two truths that could

, his voice ringing with cold fury. "The 'Crimso

uel smile twisting his perfect li

t in my throat. I whispered his n

s er

air. Men in dark suits, De Luca Soldi

amed, divin

, aiming for Dante. Without thinking, I

t tore throug

his jacket. For the hidde

hot. Loude

gun was

ing-crumbled to the pristine white aisle runner. A c

e

m, his grip like iron. He was no

he barked

m, my voice raw with a pain so profound it felt as if my soul

ad lost myself in for months, the eyes I had d

s busi