Torn between guilt and survival, Alessia faces an impossible choice: avenging her family’s brutal murder or fleeing from the deadly grasps of the mafia. Her life was turned upside down the night she defied her father’s orders and snuck out of the mansion with her friend, Ella, for a night of clubbing. Returning home after a heartbreaking one-night stand with Dominic, who discarded her like a whore, she found her family brutally murdered. As the sole survivor, Alessia is haunted by the horrific events of that night. The weight of hidden truths and unanswered questions becomes almost unbearable as she struggles to piece together the shattered fragments of her life. Who could have committed such a heinous act? And will she be able to forgive once she uncovers the truth? Join Alessia on a harrowing journey to uncover the secrets behind her family’s murder and discover what it truly means to be a mafia princess.
View MoreSophia’s POVDon Pedro's Villa:I threw the glass across the room, where it shattered against the wall. My chest rose and fell in the glare I wielded at the splintered slivers glistening on the marble floor. The pricey wine ran down the wallpaper, the stains like blood.This was not how this was supposed to go.My fists balled up as rage ignited within me. Diego ought to have been dead by now. Dominic was meant to be mine. Instead, it all had fallen apart. Diego was living and breathing and Dominic was running through my fingers like sand.The air was too thick while I stomped around the room, heels tapping angrily after each step. The servants hurried off, heads lowered, afraid to look me in the eye. Let them be afraid. They should be. I wasn’t in the mood to put up with weakness.I swung open the heavy wooden doors and strutted down the long hall toward my father’s office. The guards on either side of the door snapped upright as I neared. I pushed the door open and marched inside wi
Dominic’s POVI was standing by the private airstrip, watching the jet get ready to take off. I liked the silence which was about to be ruined by the engine's noise in a few minutes. Diego was inside, and headed to Ban Hua Hin, a remote village deep in Thailand that no one would look for him. It wasn’t exile — it was survival, at least for a time.I had planned everything accurately; his false passport, the furtive transfer of funds he would use for the time he would stay there, the villa he would love under a fake name.Matteo came up behind me and shook his head. “He’s damn lucky you didn’t let him die. Not everyone gets that second chance.”Matteo turned to look at me. “I’m still thinking…what made you change your mind?” He asked.I didn't answer and smiled. What I had to say would do nothing to change anything and Matteo knew as much, yet he kept up with his attempts.“C'mon man. I do literally everything and I am even your errand boy. Just spill,” he begged.“I spoke with his fat
Dominic’s POVDiego faced me, arms crossed, his face hard. The man had a death wish. If it wasn’t for his father, his corpse would already be ready for an autopsy. And I bet he would look worse with a bullet between his eyes. He knew it too. But here he was, alive, taking up space, which was mine.I sat back in my chair, my fingers drumming against the desk, watching him like a predator.“How long will it take you to make up your damn mind,” I said flatly.Diego didn’t flinch. His jaw clenched, but his gaze leveled with mine, unwavering. "It’s my thoughts so let me be."I had to be with Alessia and the kids and he was taking up a large chunk of my free time. On the outside, the mafia world had already put a mark on him, and he had no place else to run. He was a man without a country, allies or a future.“You have a bounty on your head,” I said, my voice slicing. "You're a walking target. Don Pedro wants you killed. It's on the dark web. The second you go outside this building someon
Diego’s POVThe folder in my hands was denser than it was supposed to be. My fingers clutched the ragged edges, the burden of whatever was inside heavier on my heart than a stone.The overhead lights blared brightly, sending light across the room and walls, but I hardly registered it. All other sounds faded away to be replaced by the pounding of my heart in my ears.What the fuck could be in there that could compel my surrender?I breathed in and out slowly and willed my fingers to open the folder. As soon as my eyes landed on the top of the first page, the air in my lungs froze.The paper shivered between my hands. It was my own face, younger, innocent. Everything was too bloody familiar. I felt something under and moved it to see classified files, pages with official seals stamped on them, documents I should have had no right to see. Photos, eyewitness accounts. Each eyewitness strapped another shiver to my gut.I thumbed the pages, scanning over names, places, and dates. My name, m
Dominic’s POVMy men and I were leaving the disastrous areas during the night. It was full of blood and all kinds of filth. The vast majority of the DeLuca's men lived and I allowed my men to make them call for assistance and walk out without attempting to murder anyone else.My men dragged Diego’s unconscious body out on the concrete and tossed it into the back of the armored SUV like a piece of trash. His head slumped to the side, a thin rivulet of blood oozing from his chest and mouth. He was breathing in spurts. Every few seconds he let out a weak groan, but he was slowly regaining consciousness."Is he still breathing?" I asked, rolling up the sleeves of my coat, and getting into the vehicle.The two men beside me nodded. "Barely, boss."Diego mumbled something inaudible, his words a scrambled series of slurred notes and jagged syllables. That was pathetic, his cocky smirk evaporated into a vacant stare. His ribs had gotten hammered, his shirt dark with sweat and blood.Sitting d
Diego’s POVThe pain consumed me as I opened my eyes slowly.My head dropped down, the taste of blood like copper in my mouth. My eyelids were heavy, but the scratchy hands pulling me through the dust kept me awake. My body was a dead weight, impotent against their grip. With each step, stabbed with sharp spasms of pain, my ribs bruised, maybe cracked. My shirt was wet with blood, my own sweat mingling with the grime below.I could hardly see when they dumped me on the bare concrete floor. With an agonizing thud, my body landed on the ground, the impact against the concrete sending shock waves of pain through my back. A boot came crashing into my ribs, wrenching a strangled groan from my throat.“Get him up,” said a gruff voice.Gripping arms pulled me up, hoisting me into a chair. They bound me, the rough ropes cutting into my wrists, pinning me like a beast before slaughter. Phantoms circled around me, figures gliding with muted malice. I could hardly raise my head, but I felt their
Diego’s POVThe light from my laptop screen bathed my cluttered desk in a ghostly glow. I leaned forward, eyes skimming over the records I’d assembled over the past few days. Every bit of information I found led to something deeper, something darker than I’d thought. I thought I was on the verge of revealing Dominic for the criminal genius he was. But when I dug deeper, something else bubbled to the top.The name DeLuca.I froze. Pedro DeLuca was no petty mafia boss. He was a living legend in Rome, a man whose very name struck fear into the hearts of even the most hardened of criminals.His kingdom spanned countries, governing trade routes, illegal arms trafficking and a mesh so tangled that law enforcement was afraid to step in. And if Dominic was connected to him, this was no longer just about corruption. This was about survival.I scanned a document that included offshore accounts, money transfers and cryptic messages. Some of them traced back to Dominic, while others bore the unmi
Flynn’s POVI had done plenty of questionable things in my life, but the thought of doing anything that would betray Dominic felt like I was striking a match at the end of a gas line. Dangerous. It was so foolish and so suicidal that I wondered if love was worth this level of stupidity.But here I sat, perched on the edge of a barstool in the house’s security room, phone pressed to my ear as Sophia’s cold, calculating voice played out on the other end.“You know what to do.” Her tone was snappy, and bracing. “You have one job, Flynn. Don’t screw it up. Be sure she sees the news and I hear she’s got an update about herself! Make sure she sees that one! Got it!”I rubbed my mouth with the back of my hand, the taste of half chewed sandwich in my mouth. My stomach tightened, not because I was hungry, but because of the heft of the order I had just received.“Yeah,” I muttered. “Got it.”The line went dead. I let out a slow breath, rolling my shoulders to shrug off the discomfort crawling
Dominic’s POVThe moment I stepped out of the elevator, the office was in chaos. Phones rang nonstop, workers spoke in urgent whispers and every screen around them blared with financial updates and breaking news. The air was thick with tension, but everyone was afraid to make eye contact with me.“Mr. Rossi,” Matteo ran at me, color drained out of his face. "We have a serious problem."“Of course,” I said, pushing past him into my office. “What is this time Matteo?”The floor vibrated with discomfort, eyes buzzing toward me before reading my irritation. I opened the door and stepped in, my executive team already seated.Franco, my C.F.O., brushed a hand through his graying hair. "It's bad, Mr. Dominic. Really bad."I settled into the head of the table and looked at him the way a hawk does. "Explain."Matteo pushed a tablet over the table. "This."I glanced at the screen, and read the article’s headline. The Double Life of Dominic Romano: Mafia Boss or Corporate Mogul? The headline sea
Blood In The Boardroom Dominic's POV Rome: Italy I walked into the room filled with the sharp scent of cigars and whiskey. My bodyguards followed behind me. The door opened, leading me into the boardroom, and I walked to the large mahogany table, sitting at the head chair. My gray eyes scanned the faces staring back at me. This was supposed to be a routine meeting to finalize a deal with Carlos Marchetti and the other Mafia bosses. “Welcome, Dominic,” Carlos said, puffing his cigar. “Took you long enough.” “Tell me Carlos,” I answered. “Everyone signed the papers except you. Why?” “I figured there was no need if you weren't present,” Carlos replied. “I am here now. Sign the papers or walk out of here empty-handed,” I replied coldly. Carlos sneered and reached for a pen one of his men handed to him. “You drive a hard bargain, Rossi.” My smile grew darker, not reaching my eyes as my gaze lingered. “That's why I'm still alive.” I watched Carlos scrawl his signature on the pape...
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