Dear Beautiful Readers,
Thank you so much for coming along on this wild and emotional ride with the Costello family. Writing this book has been an incredible journey, and I'm thrilled to have shared it with you. Your support and enthusiasm mean the world to me. Knowing that you've connected with the characters and their stories keeps me going, even during the toughest writing days. I hope you've enjoyed every twist and turn, and that the story has left you eager for what's to come. Your feedback and love for the book are truly appreciated. Don't forget to leave a 5-STAR REVIEW on the book's main page. Please. Please. Please (In Sabrina Carpenter's voice) It inspires me to keep creating and bringing these complex, intense tales to life. I'm beyond excited to bring you one last wild ride with the Costello family in "Mafia Men VI: Alessandro's Games." Get ready for all the drama, excitement, angst, spice and dark twists as we dive into Alessandro's world. I can't wait to share the grand finale of the Costello family's saga with you. Buckle up and join me for this epic conclusion—it's going to be a blast! Thank you for being such amazing readers. Stay tuned for the last book in this series! Follow me on I* for an update on the new book. With all my gratitude, JANE DOE WRITINGS.Marco »»»◈««« My life had taken a wild turn, and I was loving every damn second of it. Ever since Lilianna got pregnant, her sex drive went through the roof. I was on-call two times a day, making sure my dick was ready whenever she needed it. Despite her long hours on set, she always had time for me, and I wasn’t complaining. She had this thing for spicy food now. She’d eat it, then cry because it burned, and I'd laugh my ass off while comforting her. Nights were the best. Sliding under the covers, I’d press my hand against her swollen belly, feeling our daughter move. Elena Rose Costello. I chose the name and had the nursery decked out with everything she’d need. I knew it was a girl; I could feel it in my bones. Lilianna would tease, “What if it’s a boy? Are you going to dress him up in all that pink?” I didn’t care. I knew it was my little girl. I was damn certain. Just like I was damn certain I was blessed. Just like I was damn certain I was in love. Just like I was dam
Thank you for choosing "Mafia Men V - Marco's Vengeance." It's a standalone novel, so you can enjoy it without having read the previous books. However, if you want to delve deeper into the characters from earlier volumes, feel free to explore the entire series.»»————————««This narrative is a work of fiction. All names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is entirely coincidental.© 2024 JanedoewritingsAll rights reserved.No portion of this publication may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including photocopying, recording, or any information storage and retrieval system, without the express written permission of the author, except for brief quotations used in reviews.»»————————««Author's note:This novel explores dark romance themes and contains intense content. It includes scenes involvin
Marco»»»◈««« Her scent, always a delicate bouquet of flowers, had been tainted by the metallic tang of blood. It wrapped around her like a sinister shroud, stealing away her natural fragrance. Couldn't tear my gaze away from her – her once soft skin torn open, bleeding out like some brutal art piece. Each drop hit hard, a slap in the face. Life had slipped away from her with a merciless finality, leaving behind nothing but emptiness and despair in its wake.Softly, I turned her face as she lay in my arms. Her eyes, wide open, didn't meet mine even when I forced myself before them. They were void of life, blank, already somewhere I didn't belong. The beauty that they once held now held nothing but emptiness, a void I can't fill no matter how hard I try. I watched the relentless flow of blood from multiple bullet wounds, six shots... She endured six shots for me. Each crimson stream felt like a dagger to my heart, a painful reminder of her sacrifice. She didn't hesitate, didn't fli
Marco»»»◈«««FOUR YEARS EARLIER »»»◈«««»»»◈«««»»»◈««« Naples, Italy»»»»»»◈««««««The nightclub throbbed with life as I lounged in the VIP booth, flanked by Scott and Lorenzo. The dim glow of neon lights bathed the scene in an erotic ambiance, the music a heavy pulse that echoed through the air. With a glass of bourbon in hand, I surveyed the crowd through half-lidded eyes. "Here's to us," Scott declared, his voice barely audible over the music, but his sentiment clear."To brotherhood," Lorenzo added, clinking his glass against Scott's. "Check out all these lovely ladies," Scott smirked. "So many flavors, so many options... It's like a damn buffet of bimbos." I chuckled at Scott's crass comment, taking a sip of my drink as I surveyed the women swarming around us. Each one vying for our attention like desperate puppies begging for scraps. It was almost too easy.Lorenzo heaved a disappointed sigh. Scott was an unapologetic asshole, plain and simple. There was no sugarcoating it,
Lilianna»»»◈«««It wasn't some dingy hotel room.It was his damn penthouse. We barely made it to the elevator before he was all over me.He grabbed the back of my legs and hoisted them around his waist, pinning me against the cold elevator wall. His lips ravaged my neck and collarbone with a hunger that bordered on desperation as if he hadn't tasted pleasure in years.His hands roamed possessively over my body, igniting a wildfire of sensation wherever they touched.My eyelids fluttered shut, my lips parting in a silent gasp as pleasure washed over me in waves, leaving me breathless and wanting more.I had this guy in high school, but he was a total wet blanket. He always kept his distance, acting like touching me was against the law or something. And forget about getting frisky—he had more excuses than a kid with a late homework assignment.Prom night was supposed to be our big night, he promised me that we'd both lose our virginities on prom night but guess what happened? On prom
Lilianna»»»◈«««A furrow appeared between his brows, his gaze searching mine. "What is it, beautiful?" My cheeks flushed even hotter, the heat spreading down my body as I whispered, "I'm a virgin..."Pure, unadulterated horror danced across his face, a spectacle to behold as my words sank in.His eyes stretched wider, as though I'd just revealed I was a time-traveling cyborg from the future.He stumbled back, his movements resembling a startled deer, and hastily snatched his boxers from the floor, muttering a string of colorful expletives under his breath.My virginity proved to be the ultimate cockblock, sending his once-proud erection into hiding faster than a scared turtle retreating into its shell.I sat there, a cocktail of emotions swirling within me—hurt, confusion, embarrassment—all topped off with a generous sprinkling of speechlessness. It was like the universe had decided to play the cruelest joke on me, and I couldn't help but wonder if there was a hidden camera crew som
Lilianna»»»◈«««Our lips smashed together in a heated kiss as he ripped open his shirt, yanking it off my shoulders and letting it plummet to the ground. My hands trailed down his scarred and inked back, feeling the rough texture under my fingertips until they reached the waistband of his boxers. There, I encountered the cold metal of the gun he had tucked away earlier, sending a thrill of danger coursing through me.I smiled against his lips, the soft mattress meeting the back of my knees as he pushed me onto the bed. My fingers instinctively closed around the gun, bringing it with me as I tumbled backward onto the sheets. He arched an eyebrow at the sight of the gun in my grasp, his gaze flickering with surprise. With a wicked grin, I aimed the weapon at him, steadying it with both hands as it was heavy. "Pew pew pew!" I mimicked shooting sounds, causing him to pause and shoot me a look that screamed, "Are you serious right now?" before swiftly snatching the gun from my hands and
Marco»»»◈«««This morning, I left her bed with a note detailing the location of her belongings. Alongside it, I arranged a toothbrush and fresh towels for her. I believe she'll manage just fine.Last night at the club, we weren't hunting for flings. I certainly wasn't interested in that strange girl who seemed fixated on losing her virginity. We had a job to do, a mission that required our focus. There were bodies to be buried. I walked through the bustling streets of Naples, the Mediterranean sun cast a warm glow over the city, bathing everything in a golden light. I slid on my sunglasses, blending in effortlessly among the mix of locals and tourists at the vibrant roadside café. With a quick glance, I spotted my target, maintaining a cool demeanor as I ordered a coffee. He sat there with his mistress, sharing what seemed like a harmless breakfast rendezvous. I bided my time, sipping my coffee casually, but never losing sight of him. It was his ritual, unfailingly leaving his hom
Marco »»»◈««« My life had taken a wild turn, and I was loving every damn second of it. Ever since Lilianna got pregnant, her sex drive went through the roof. I was on-call two times a day, making sure my dick was ready whenever she needed it. Despite her long hours on set, she always had time for me, and I wasn’t complaining. She had this thing for spicy food now. She’d eat it, then cry because it burned, and I'd laugh my ass off while comforting her. Nights were the best. Sliding under the covers, I’d press my hand against her swollen belly, feeling our daughter move. Elena Rose Costello. I chose the name and had the nursery decked out with everything she’d need. I knew it was a girl; I could feel it in my bones. Lilianna would tease, “What if it’s a boy? Are you going to dress him up in all that pink?” I didn’t care. I knew it was my little girl. I was damn certain. Just like I was damn certain I was blessed. Just like I was damn certain I was in love. Just like I was dam
Dear Beautiful Readers, Thank you so much for coming along on this wild and emotional ride with the Costello family. Writing this book has been an incredible journey, and I'm thrilled to have shared it with you. Your support and enthusiasm mean the world to me. Knowing that you've connected with the characters and their stories keeps me going, even during the toughest writing days. I hope you've enjoyed every twist and turn, and that the story has left you eager for what's to come. Your feedback and love for the book are truly appreciated. Don't forget to leave a 5-STAR REVIEW on the book's main page. Please. Please. Please (In Sabrina Carpenter's voice) It inspires me to keep creating and bringing these complex, intense tales to life. I'm beyond excited to bring you one last wild ride with the Costello family in "Mafia Men VI: Alessandro's Games." Get ready for all the drama, excitement, angst, spice and dark twists as we dive into Alessandro's world. I can't wait to share
Lilianna »»»◈««« I stepped out of the limousine, the blinding flashes of cameras immediately assaulting my senses. The red carpet stretched out before me like a river of fire, leading to the grand entrance of the theater. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of excitement and nerves, as I took a deep breath and squared my shoulders. This was it. My first movie premiere. I smoothed the skirt of my gown, a shimmering emerald green that Marco had picked out for me. It hugged my curves perfectly, making me feel like a Hollywood starlet from a bygone era. As I walked, the fabric flowed around my legs, giving me a sense of grace and confidence. “Lilianna! Over here!” “Lilianna, who are you wearing tonight?” “Lilianna, how does it feel to be here?” The voices of the reporters and photographers blended into a cacophony of noise, but I forced myself to smile and wave, trying to ignore the butterflies in my stomach. Marco was just a few steps behind me, his strong hand resting gently on m
Lilianna »»»◈««« I held Marcello tightly in my arms as we stepped out of the car, my heart pounding. I glanced nervously at Marco, uncertain how everyone would react to meeting Marcello. Samuele, Gabriele, Amalia, and Rio stood waiting inside our grand estate. Marcello's eyes widened in shock as he took in the sight of the massive house. "Whose home is that?" he asked in Italian. I knew it would take time for him to learn English so he could talk with the other kids here. I was determined to teach him everything myself. Marco stepped up beside me, gently brushing his hand against his cheek, "It's ours," he said. "You live here?" Marcello's eyes were filled with disbelief. I nodded, trying to infuse my voice with as much softness as I could muster, "We do, and from now on, this will be your home too." The way Marcello stared at the estate broke my heart. The images of his previous life flashed through my mind. I vowed to erase those memories, to give him a fresh st
Marco »»»◈««« The limo came to a halt outside Cala del Leone, the final surprise I had planned for her. The secluded private beach lay just outside Florence, hidden away from the world. We stepped out into the cool night air, the sound of the waves crashing softly against the shore. A table was set up near the water’s edge, decorated with flickering candles and fresh flowers. The ocean stretching out endlessly under the moonlight. Lilianna turned to me, her eyes questioning. "What’s this?" I took her hand, guiding her to the table. "Our honeymoon," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. I pulled out a chair for her, and she sat down, her gaze never leaving mine. We were greeted with a bottle of Dom Pérignon champagne, a private Michelin-starred chef preparing our dinner, and a live orchestra playing beautiful pieces just for us. As we settled in, I poured the champagne, the bubbles rising in the glass like tiny stars. The first course was served, and we began to eat.
Marco »»»◈««« I held her hand, her delicate fingers interlaced with mine, and on her face was a happiness I had never seen before. She seemed truly happy and at peace. And honestly, so was I. After such a long and excruciating time, I finally felt at peace, like I was finally back home after I had been missing for years. Even though I had just met Marcello, I felt an intense connection to that little man, a feeling stronger than anything I had ever experienced. The last time I felt this enchanted by someone was when I first met his mother. He had the same captivating charm, the kind that draws you in, just like his mother. I’m a father. Damn, I’m a father, and I have been for the past five years, almost six if you count Lilianna's pregnancy. And I never knew. All this time, even without knowing about him, it doesn't change the fact that I was a father. An adorable boy, carrying my father's legacy, my legacy... I couldn't wait to teach Marcello everything I knew, guide him, an
Lilianna »»»◈««« The sight of him hit me like a punch to the gut. His small frame, fragile and vulnerable, the wide eyes full of innocent fear that twisted my heart. Those same blue eyes, unforgettable and haunting, locked onto mine after a quick, seeking glance at Betty. Each heartbeat felt like an eternity as I watched him take tentative steps forward, clutching a stuffed giraffe as if it were his only shield against the world. His eyes, flickering between Betty, me, and Marco, scanned us up and down. Betty knelt before him, her grip firm on his small arms. "Francesco," she said gently, "this lady and her husband are our friends. They are here to take us away, to help us. Now go, greet them while I pack a bag, she told him and he nodded. As he walked closer to me, every instinct screamed at me to scoop him up, to hold him tight. Tears welled up, blurring my vision. I fought the urge and knelt down, forcing a smile. "Hello, Francesco..." For a moment, he hesitated. Then, with a
Lilianna »»»◈««« I knocked on yet another door, each impact sending sharp stings through my bruised knuckles. My fingers throbbed, raw from the relentless pounding, but I couldn't stop. Marco and I had vowed to scour every house in this neighborhood. The door creaked open, revealing a middle-aged woman with suspicious eyes. Her frown deepened as she took me in, "Cosa vuoi?" she demanded. ("What do you want?") I held up a photograph of Beatrice Berlusconi, my voice trembling with hope. "Hai visto questa donna? Sai dove abita?" I asked. ("Have you seen this woman? Do you know where she lives?") She squinted at the picture through her glasses, her gaze sharpening as she continued talking in Italian, "Oh, that's Betty..." Relief washed over me, a powerful tide that nearly knocked me off balance. Marco stepped forward, his presence grounding me as he placed a steadying hand on my back. "Can you tell us where she is?" His voice was calm, but the tension in his grip showed his impatien
Lilianna »»»◈««« "We're never going to find him, are we?" I murmured, my voice barely rising above a whisper as I leaned heavily against the crumbling wall of the grimy alley in Le Piagge. I scanned the filthy surroundings, the stench of decay and neglect assaulting my senses. Trash littered the narrow passage, and the flickering streetlights cast eerie shadows that danced on the graffiti-covered walls. A rat scurried across my path, disappearing into the darkness. My heart sank further. How could a child survive here? The thought gnawed at me. While I lived in my mansions and penthouses, my son was out there, walking these streets. Fear clutched my heart. Marco's fingers brushed my cheek, and I flinched, recoiling from his touch. Since that night with Kason and Anna, a chilling dread had settled deep within me. Any contact from Marco now made my skin crawl, dragging me back to those moments of utter helplessness. I couldn't forget how powerless I felt as Anna ruthlessly ended