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All rights reserved. No parts of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of a copyright owner.Copyright © 2023 by Jane Doe Writings─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─T R I G G E R W A R N I N G!The following book contains imagery that some readers may find distressing.─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─C R E D I T SI do not claim any right over any of the images used in this book. All rights reserved to the respective copyright owners.─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─A U T H O R ' S N O T EThank you for choosing my story.Please, comment, and vote. I have worked really hard on these books, your appreciation means a lot to me! I love to read your thoughts and reviews.─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─U P D A T E SOne Chapter Every Single Day (I might miss a day or two)Please, respect the updating schedule because that's all I can manage with my busy, hectic life. I'm a medical student. *Cries*─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─X O X OJ A N E D O E W R I T I N G SScott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─"Forgive me Father for I have sinned..." I let out a laugh, sitting in a confession room of our church, "Last night, I indulged in some adult activities with not just one, but two lovely ladies—Ms. Antonella and Ms. Kiara," I paused for a moment, waiting for his reaction, before continuing, "I seek your forgiveness and guidance to overcome my sinful desires.""Scott..." the warning in Father Linus' voice was not lost on me. I tried to conceal my laughter, "Ms. Antonella was a stunning blonde, and Kiara, a luscious brunette, had quite the impact on me. Ms. Kiara's bosoms were nothing short of lovely, and I couldn't resist their allure. I admit, Father, I am a weak man who couldn't resist straying off God's path." "Scott Mancini!" Father Linus was probably livid by now. I raised my hands in a surrendering manner even though I knew he couldn't see me through the other side of the confession room, "I can't remember the exact details of it as I had indulged myself in
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─Ugh, I was so irritated with these stubborn waves! I've been trying to tame them for what feels like hours, but they just won't listen to me. Every time I think I've got them under control, they spring right back into their wild, unruly state. It's like they have a mind of their own!Frustrated with the situation, I yanked my hair back and secured it into an overly tight ponytail, causing a throbbing ache to pulse through my head.I decided to dress up a bit today, usually, I just throw some clothes on and leave for college but today it was Lorenzo Vitelli—the Cosa Nostra's enforcer's daughter's christening. Now that I've hit twenty-one, my mother is on my case about dressing up, as if that's the only way someone will notice me and ask me to marry them. Can't she just let me enjoy my life without bringing up this outdated and sexist idea that my only value is in my appearance?According to the Cosa Nostra standards, I was quite old as most girls were married off a
Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─I adjusted the cuffs of my impeccably tailored suit while we eagerly awaited Lorenzo and Delilah's arrival with Aurora. Across the room, Delilah's brother was stationed with his entourage of guards, casting doubtful glances in my direction. However, I remained unfazed by his skepticism.As Niko stepped inside the church with Evangeline and the little Masimo in her arms flanked by their guards. He flashed a grin at me. It took all of my self-control not to flip him the bird right then and there. But of course, being in public and him being my Capo, I had to resist the urge. I rolled my eyes as Father Linus disrupted my thoughts with a throat-clearing sound. "What now?" I questioned irritably.He replied with a vague, "Oh, nothing. Just feeling proud."I scowled at him and demanded, "Proud of what exactly?"He responded with a saccharine tone, "Of you, of course. For taking on this huge responsibility."I let out a laugh, shaking my head, "I'm only here because I kn
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─"Why did he wink at you?" Chiara asked for the umpteenth time since we left the church. As we lounged on her bed, I couldn't help but marvel at the stunning view above us. The glass ceiling showcased the twinkling stars, creating a breathtaking sight that left me in awe. Her bedroom was a masterpiece, and I couldn't help but admire every intricate detail of it.I squeezed my eyes shut, "I don't know, he was probably trying to annoy us or something." "He didn't even bat an eye at me, which is surprising considering I fit the bill of everything he usually looks for in a woman," she said shaking her head. Her tone was laced with bitterness as if she couldn't understand why he wouldn't be attracted to her. "But of course, he was staring at you the whole time. It's not like you're his usual type or anything," she added, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "And to top it off, he even winked at you and smiled," she emphasized each word, making sure to let me know how hurt sh
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─I don't know if it was deliberate but my mother has chosen the most hideous dress anyone could ever ask for. This dress is so plain, it looks like something an Amish woman would wear. Long sleeves, full skirt, and white color - it's almost like a uniform. And what's with the cape on the bodice? Is it supposed to make me look more pure? Like some kind of symbol of innocence? It's ridiculous. Who cares what I wear? I am who I am, with or without this dress. But I suppose I'll wear it anyway, just to keep up appearances. The white color symbolizes my virginity. Never been touched. Never been kissed. No one has ever seen how I look like underneath all these clothes. All of a sudden, the situation became terrifyingly real. The thought of getting married and moving in with a complete stranger, becoming his wife, and bearing his children, whether or not I truly loved him, filled me with an overwhelming sense of dread. My heart felt like it was sinking to the bottom of
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─I flinched as another loud bang came from downstairs. Mama had been yelling for the last hour since I told her that I won't marry Aldo. She was hell-bent on forcing me into this marriage but I won't give up too, not until I find someone who'd let me be my own person too instead of just a wife and a mother. The door creaked open and Grandpa peeked through the gap. I managed to give him a feeble smile. "I won't marry him, Grandpa..." He entered my bedroom and came to sit beside me on the bed, he wrapped an arm around my back, "Do you have anyone else in mind?" I shook my head. "Benedetto Gambino?" I scoffed, "He is just like Aldo but younger. Benedetto is controlling and he is with a different girl every single day. You know how much I hate men like this." Grandpa sighed, shaking his head, "The Cerones are very powerful, I don't think he will let this go easily. This will bruise their egos." I turned to him, "You can talk to Capo about this, can't you?" "He
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─I sat on Chiara's bed as I watched her get ready. I hadn't told her about my interaction with the underboss at my engagement, she will try to gauge every single detail about it. knowing that Chiara would relentlessly pry for every minor detail. Our exchange was unremarkable; we merely conversed, and he offered me a cigarette—nope we shared a cigarette. "Look, Allegra, all I am saying is Aldo is probably a really good match, I mean they are financially way more stable than you guys—"I groaned, "Money is not a problem, Chiara, we do just fine, Grandpa earns more than enough but we do charity a lot, there's a difference. I'm not looking for a wealthy partner to take care of my financial needs."She faced me, putting on a lacey red, push-up bra, "Then what are you looking for?" I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around them, "I'm not even looking for anything, I just don't want to get married to anyone." "But you are getting married in a week," she
Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─She slapped me. My face turned to the side and I glared at the wall. This girl had the nerve to slap me. Me? Who the fuck does she think she is?! With a lazy and calculated move, I finally turned my face to her, only to find a spark of fury igniting in her eyes. It was as if she was begging for a taste of my power. As if she didn't know who I was and what I am capable of. As if she didn't know I was the one who truly held the reins. She still dared to slap me. It's clear, she played with fire, and now she will bear the consequences.I grabbed her wrist with a firm grip, the same one she used to slap me, and forcefully pulled her towards me. As her eyes widened in terror, a smile spread across my face. It's about time she learned to fear me because that little Miss "Holier Than Thou" obviously thinks she can just slap me and get away with it."Don't ever try that again if you want to live," I threatened in a low voice But instead of cowering away from me, she stuck h
Dear readers,I want to express my deepest gratitude for joining me on this exhilarating journey through "Mafia Men III - Mancini's Bride." Your enthusiastic support and unwavering interest have breathed life into these characters, and I am truly humbled by your response.As I sit down to pen this note, my mind brims with new ideas. I'm currently crafting an enchanting werewolf romance that promises to sweep you off your feet and transport you to a world of love and fantasy. While the title is still in the works, rest assured that it will evoke the same range of emotions you've come to expect.And here's an exciting tidbit I can't wait to share: "Mafia Men IV" is already in the pipeline and is set to grace your libraries shortly after the release of the upcoming werewolf book. So brace yourselves for more thrills, romance, and intrigue from our beloved mafia universe.Before I sign off, I want to kindly ask for a small favor. If you've enjoyed the journey with Scott, Allegra, and the e
Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─I often grapple with the truth about myself, an internal struggle that gnaws at my conscience.I'm a bad man, there's no doubt about it. I do fucked up shit every single day when I step out of our house. Some people would even call me an animal who only thinks of himself. But then, Allegra's words echo in my mind, her belief that I'm neither wholly good nor irredeemably bad. I'm somewhere in the middle. I navigate the murky waters, an enigma that shifts between the realms of darkness and light. I'm a creature of duality, treading a path that skirts the edges of both shadows and illumination.Her words, not mine. Only she can say such big words. Dr. Allegra Mancini—A really beautiful and intelligent woman. How the fuck did I get so lucky? But I've got to confess, it hasn't exactly been a stroll through the amusement park either. I mean, who knew that this whole "marriage thing" would require more effort than assembling a thousand-piece jigsaw puzzle?Especially
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─"Say it again..." he said, looking down at me as I laid my head on his chest.We went at it like animals the whole damn night, couldn't get enough of each other. Even in the morning, we were still at it in the shower, water, and soap doing nothing to cool us off. Then I slipped into a satin nightdress, his muscular frame clad only in boxers. We just lay in bed, talking, laughing the aftermath of our wild night still making its presence known between my legs. I laughed, it was probably the tenth time he had asked me to repeat it, "I love you." He smiled again, staring up at the ceiling. One of his arms propped under his head and the other wrapped around me, "Fuck..." he mumbled under his breath as if I had said something completely unbelievable. "I never thought I'd ever fall in love with someone like you," I said, trailing my finger over his warm and smooth chest. He raised an eyebrow, something flashed in his beautiful eyes, "Someone like me?" I nodded, "Yes, s
Scott ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─The stupid party was over, Chiara and her family had been dragged to the basement, and her father and brother kept asking about what they did wrong, I guess their daughter will tell them everything herself. I made my way over to Allegra who sat beside Alessia clutching my jacket, a bit shaken up by what had happened. I couldn't imagine being betrayed by your best friend like that, the one you fucking grew up with. I placed my hand behind her on the backrest of the chair and leaned over her, she looked at me with those soft honey-colored eyes, a faint smile gracing those lips that I've grown addicted to. "You're okay?" I asked, kissing the top of her head. She nodded, "I'm fine." "Good, let's go home." "What about Chiara?" "What about her?" "Are you going to kill her?" I shook my head even though the thought gave me satisfaction but she was a woman of the Cosa Nostra, daughter of a Capo, I couldn't touch her. I could only leave that part to her family. "No, bu
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─He placed a hand on the small of my back as we walked inside and the moment we entered, his laidback expression turned into a hard, vicious one. The way he glared at every other Outfit member made me uneasy, I don't know if this “peace” will last. I looked up at his face and he glanced at me, "What's wrong?" I asked. "I fucking hate their faces," he answered lowly. I smiled, shaking my head as we made our way to Nikolai and the rest. We sat around the table and on the other side was occupied by the Capones. My eyes met with Alessia and she visibly let out a sigh of relief at the sight of me. I managed to give her a small smile before turning to Silvio and that smile broadened because just by his side was Enrico grinning back at me. They were here, they were together in public with their fathers and they were happy. Nikolai, Salvatore, and Vincenzo were already engrossed in their conversation about their business and how it will be easier for their trades to be
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ONE MONTH LATER──── ⋆⋆⋆⋆ ────I bit my lower lip as I curled the last remaining strand of my hair. For the first time, I had gotten ready all by myself without anyone's assistance and I could say I looked like the perfect Mrs. Mancini. I wore a black silk satin dress that had a cowl neckline, and a lace-up back with a side slit, and paired it with black heels. A sharp sting on my butt cheek caused me to spin around, narrow my eyes, and rub the sore spot. Scott glared at me, taking in my appearance from head to toe, he was mad about not having sex for a long time. This morning the doctor gave him the green light to have sex but I refused, we simply did not have time for that. And now he's mad at me for not giving in. He had been asking me to sit on his face for a month now and I'm sure once we go down that road, he won't be satisfied with a single round. He only wore a pair of black boxer briefs, and his hair was still wet from our shower. "What?" I asked, thro
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─For a moment, time seemed to stand still as I looked up at his face and he smiled down at me. Busted-up lips, swollen cheeks, broken nose, black eyes but still he managed to take my breath away. The morning light fell on his face, he glowed differently today, so injured and still looking like a handsome devil with those beautiful green eyes. "Good morning..." I answered, trying to get off the bed but he held me back again, "Scott, you're injured, stop it and the doctors will be here any time now. Let go," I said, successfully pulling myself out. He had an annoying smug smile on his face as he watched me as if he had the secrets of the universe up his sleeve. I tucked my hair behind my ears from both sides, "What?" I asked, feeling the burn of his intense gaze. He gave his head a gentle shake, his eyes stuck to me, "Nothing... you're beautiful," he said in a low voice, and good Lord, it did something to me, making every nerve ending in my body tremble. I shyly
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─Vito drove us back to the hospital. I never thought that I'd feel this lighter, this free after ending a relationship with Luna. I don't know how or why I kept holding onto her for so long. The ultimate revenge against such a parent is to break free, persevere, and blossom into the most authentic and remarkable version of myself.Luna had problems. I can't say that she had been treated fairly by my father, he had hurt her really badly. He had called out another woman's name while he was with her but she stayed. It was on her and him not on me. She made me her outlet for the emotional abuse she received from my father. I never thought I'd be able to do it, you know, cut all ties with her, leave her in the past, and get myself out of this abusive relationship but somehow I did it. I don't know if he knows that or not but he made me stronger. He makes me feel confident and bold, he makes me want to do things that I had never imagined I'd ever do. Vito parked the car
Allegra ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─Ray's face went through a whirlwind of emotions as we crossed paths outside the hospital: surprise, followed by a wave of relief. Flashing a brief, reassuring smile, I quickly made my way down the hallway, hopped into the elevator, and ascended eagerly to find out how he was doing. When I got there, he was inside with the doctors. No one was allowed to enter so we waited outside. Neither Nikolai nor Lorenzo opted for respite, not even for a fleeting moment. I sat on a waiting chair that was outside the room and Ray sat beside me, "I heard what you did... I can't believe you saved him. How did you do it?" I turned to look at him and gave my head a gentle shake, "I had help." Ray raked a hand through his hair, "Everyone is talking about how you practically got all the men out of their territory unscathed," his eyes showed admiration and respect.I managed to give him a feeble smile, "As I said, I had help..." If it wasn't for Silvio Capone, things might have gone