This is the end of book 1, but stay tuned I will be attaching book 2 and 3 to this book.
Glancing down at my Rolex,, I realize I have about five hours before my yearly date with my intended bride. Antonia and I have had an arranged marriage since I was four and she was nothing more than a fetus in her mom’s belly. Arranged marriages are nothing new in the underworld especially when it comes to treaties. That was the case for me and Antonia or Toni as she prefers to be called. Our marriage solidifies the alliance with the Russians and Italian mafias, who also have an alliance with the Irish, which was a different arranged marriage long before Toni and I were arranged to be married. I’m next in line to be the head of the Russian mob once I get married to Antonia in a month. The arrangement is that we will get married when she is twenty. Her and her twin brother, Leonardo, who goes by Leo and will be the next leader of the Italian mafia, turned twenty about two weeks ago. Our wedding has been in the works for years so most of it has already been planned by Toni, her mom, and
Baking and cooking are what make me happy. Starting a donut and bakery shop that also has an attached coffee shop with my best friend, Lucy, is pretty damn satisfying. I’m in the kitchen now, shaking my hips to some pop song while mixing a huge bowl of donut batter to have for us in the morning. Lucy and I come in at five am to start making donuts, adding icing and fillings, and whatever other touches that are needed. Our baristas are about thirty minutes after us for a six am opening. I have about three hours before I have to leave for the day and head home to get ready for my date with my future husband. Maxim Romanov is a sexy ass devil with his black cut so short it’s almost a buzz cut, deep, dark green eyes, always light scruff but never clean shave and never a beard. His ivory skin is covered in tattoos. He has tattoos covering his arms, chest and back from what I've seen. I think he has some on his thigh. Let's not forget that angular jaw adding to his sexy, domineering look.
I hate how much I desire Max. I hate pushing down my feelings, but I have to protect my heart. It sucks that I have to protect my heart from the one person I want to give it to, but what’s a girl to do when the man she wants doesn’t want her? I have to do my duty because I will not ruin the alliance our parents have fought so hard to forge. I can’t even be mad at my parents because they didn’t make the decision lightly. Not only that but they have made sure I am my own person and that I have something outside of the underworld that I can call my own. That’s why when I told them Lucy and I wanted to open our donut shop which has only expanded further into a bakery and coffee shop, my parents gave us the money. My dad, Nico, who is super business savvy, helped us find the right location that would fit our needs while also bringing us the most customers. My parents have always supported my dreams. They even paid for me to take classes from top chefs and pastry chefs. My parents have done
Max opens my car door and offers me his hand. My driver is dropping me off at the restaurant because having Max pick me up is too intimidating and intimate. Plus, I will have to ride with him when we are married. I want to enjoy my freedom, so to speak, while I have it. Having freedom as an unmarried woman vs having freedom while married are two very different things in the underworld. Term referring to women as ‘ol’ ball and chain’ is something used far too often in the underworld. So, I’ll play the stubborn Italian card and call it a day. Max offers me his hand. I take it with a smile. He’s a sexy devil in his black dress pants, silk black long sleeve button-down shirt paired with his very expensive Italian black leather dress shoes. His tattoos peak from his sleeves and neck. He smells devine with whatever woodsy cologne he has on. Damn him! He knows I like that scent. That’s okay. I know I look hot and had help with Roxy and Lucy’s input, of course. I’m in a deep red off the sho
I make my way to the bathrooms. They are single room bathrooms for men or women. Of course, all three bathrooms are being used. To my relief, one of the- restrooms opens up. I don’t even pay attention to the person who is coming out and holding the door for me. I simply say thank you, but as I go to shut the door, someone stops it. Startled, I look up, prepared to throw a punch if need be, but I’m frozen because Max stands in front of me. Max pushes me into the bathroom and locks the door behind him. I don’t know what to do. I didn’t think Max would follow me. “Alright, Princess. Tell me what the fuck is going on with you?” Max demands as he pushes me up against the wall as he pins his fairly muscular arms on either side of my face. I’m short even in five-inch heels. I'm on the short side. Max is at least a head taller than me, and that’s with my heels. The dead look in his eyes tells me he’s serious. “Oh, come on, Max! You really don’t get why I’m hesitant to marry you?” I scoff, a
Last night went better than I thought it would. I can’t even believe I agreed to move in tonight. I told Lucy and Roxy who were thrilled about it. They want me to be happy with Max. I know they also want my room because I know they eventually want to adopt an older kid or two who has been in the system a bit. They don’t want to do baby and toddler years. Part of me doesn’t blame them yet I want to do it those years. I need to have at least one heir so to speak. I do want kids. I know I at least want two after that I will see. Moving in with Max makes sense. I’m also okay if he wants to have sex before our wedding. We are close enough and I want to finally enjoy being touched by a man. I’m also all for being there while he ends things with Mona. That’s why I’m not only bringing what he request, but I have a whole bunch more goodies I know the staff will enjoy. I also know my brother and Trey will eventually end up at the casino so I brought their favorites. I even bought my dad and da
“I feel better.” I say, turning back to the boxes of goodies. “Good, Princess. Now, grab some of those rum cream filled donuts of yours and feed your Czar,” Max directs as he sits down on the couch, making himself comfortable. “Yes, Czar.” I reply, picking up the donut of his request before heading over and straddling him. I put the donut to his mouth and Max takes a bite. I have to catch some of the cream from falling out. Max takes my fingers with the cream and licks them. “I can’t wait to lick cream from other places from your body.” Max comments, licking his lips. “Oh, really now?” I raise an eyebrow at him. “Yes, that’s so, Princess.” He answers before I offer him another bite of the donut. Max takes a bite of the donut. Shit, feeding him is hot. “What does my Czar want for dinner tonight? “I like those Italian sausage meatballs you make with garlic, white wine, and alfredo sauce with fetchanie noodles. You can pick everything else that goes with it.” Max answers after che
Time passes slowly as I eagerly await the time to head home and have an official first home cooked for me by my future wife. Shit, I can’t believe she actually agreed to move in with me. It was an impulse move to begin with, to even bring the subject up. I didn’t think Toni would agree. I didn’t realize how keeping Mona around made Toni feel like she was unwanted by me. I’m determined to make things right with her. My father would kill me if I fucked things up with Toni. My father adores her. Sometimes, I think that jolly asshole loves her more than me. Not that I’d blame him one bit if he did, because Antonia deserves all the love she can get. Antonia is close with her family. She has a better relationship with her parents than I do with my dad. Hell, I think Toni has a better relationship with my dad than I do. Toni is close with his siblings even though I know she sometimes feels like the odd kid out. I'm an only child, but I have friends. Close friends that I would die for. Igor
It took me a couple of weeks but I found some information for Max on his dad’s murder. Chatworth is an idiot for attacking the alliance. I don’t care that he has ties to the legal world. Those like Chatworth who live in both the legal and underworld always end up ruined and usually dead because they mess too hard with those in the underworld. They think they are untouchable especially fucking politicians They believe their positions of power makings the extra untouchable, but no one is never fully untouchable. Chatworth will get his in the end. I have no doubt that Max is already plotting dozens of ways he wants to kill Chatworth. I’m more than sure Toni is plotting her own revenge on Mona for causing all the problems she’s caused Toni. Toni and Mona are natural enemies for more than one reason, and I know Toni. She will be the victor just like Max will be. I enter the casino and head to the private floor where Max’s office is. I know this place all too well. Dale took me here when
A couple of weeks have passed since Shane and I informed everyone else of what we know. Leo looped our parents in, so everyone is now on the same page. The information has eased some of the tension, but until Misha is avenged no one will be at peace. Shane is working hard to find the information we need while Max is busy trying to put a fine tooth comb to all of his father’s papers, documents, electronics, contacts, and everything he can to see if he can find the blackmail on Chatworth.Meanwhile I’ve been distracting myself with the bakery and creating a new vegetarian menu for Aunt Sofia’s catering business. The current menu needs some updating, so I’m tossing myself into that and cooking up all kinds of dishes as well as testing new donut flavors. When I’m stressed, I find myself in the kitchen whipping something up. Mom says I’m a lot like her Nonna who adored being in the kitchen and made everything from scratch. Apparently, her Nonna would never buy anything pre-made, not even n
After several hours the guys leave. It’s late, pushing midnight. I should go to sleep, but my mind is spinning in endless circles. We had been holding off on reaching out to Shane to see if he could find information. I think Leo, Trey, and I feel a bit overwhelmed with leading at the moment. When I took over for my dad I never thought it would be because he was murdered for having blackmail on a dirty senator. The plan for years has been for my dad to retire, and slowly take over for him like Leo and Trey are doing for their dads. Instead, it was a chaotic take over filled with grief and anger. That’s when I decided I’m going to go punch the heavy weight bag in my gym. I’m not going to sleep until I burn off some of the anger I’ve built up since finding out some of the pieces to the puzzle that is my father’s murder. I’m angry at him for keeping something that was clearly important for me to know because now I’m in the fucking dark chasing his secrets. I’m angry at myself for everyth
I wish calling Shane made me feel better, but it only confirmed my suspicions about Mona. Even worse she might be tied to Misha’s murder, which is not something I expected. I initially wanted Shane to look into Mona. I knew it was me being a little petty. Yet, I did have gut feeling that Mona wasn’t good news and not just because Max used to fuck her. There was her obsession with Max, but it’s clear she doesn’t love Max. I wanted answers as to why Mona was interested in my man, and I got way more than I bargained for. The time has come to loop Max, Trey, and Leo in on what Shane has found out. They are technically the current leaders of the alliance. Max has already officially taken over for his father due to Misha’s untimely death. Trey and Leo haven’t officially taken over, but they are running things while our dad’s hang in the background as a guiding light. All big decisions still have to be ran by my dads and uncle for Leo and Trey at least since they haven’t officially taken ov
My phone vibrating in my pocket distracts me as I attempt to do recon for my mission. Being a hitman is a well paying job, but it’s one that requires your soul and heart to be black. My soul and heart weren’t always black. Like everyone else I started off with a pure heart and soul, however, it didn’t stay pure for very long because when I was 10 my bastard step father decided he would start sexually molesting me. For three years I suffered in silence before Hugh, one of my neighbors, saved me and bought me into the world of the Faceless Assassins.One would think that being bought into a secret society of assassins wouldn't be saving. Hugh bought me into the underworld and into the Faceless Assassins because he was giving me my power back. The power my step father was determined to take from me as he made me feel like I was nothing. The only person who bought me comfort was Rosemond or Rosie as she prefers to be called. She was my saving grace, my peace in the storm, and my friend wh
I’ve taken Angie out dress shopping. She has a dance at her school that she is excited for. It’s her first dance, and she was asked by one of the guys in her class. She goes to a private school like Leo, Trey, Max, and I did. It used to be an all girl school when mom went to it, but they changed it about ten years after she graduated. Angie is freshly sixteen and totally boy crazy. She has a crush on the boy that asked her, so that makes this dance even more special. Mom was going to come with us, but I think she sensed Angie and I needed some sister time since we’ve barely had any for months.At first, it was the craziness of the wedding and then Misha was killed and Max became my focus, knowing how much he would need his wife. Unfortunately, my time I normally have for my little sister has been cut, so here I am trying to make it up to her. Even if there are times I get unreasonable jealousy at her for being full siblings with Leo when he’s my twin, I love her. I know how much Angie
A little over a month has passed since my dad was killed. The alliance hasn’t found much other than there might have been some blackmail involved. I’m starting to think the person responsible isn’t someone in the underworld. There are those that live their lives between the legal world and the underworld. Those that play on both sides of the morally grey scale are dangerous because they are very good at fooling people into thinking they have morals when in fact it’s all manipulation. The biggest culprits that enjoy toeing the line between the legal and underworld are those in government, dirty cops and other first responders, and businessmen. Greed is the main fuel that feeds their fire. I’m starting to wonder if my father was hiding something not just from me but also from the alliance. From what we can tell, no one in the underworld ordered the hit. That means it came from outside the underworld and that is a whole other giant to tackle. It’s beyond frustrating that we don’t have m
It’s been a couple of weeks since Misha was killed. It’s still hard to believe that he is gone. I danced with him at our wedding the night before he died. Misha was like a third dad to me. He was someone who was always so sweet to me. He treated me like his daughter and he protected me like I was as well. Not having around feels weird. I keep expecting his jolly demeanor to stride into the bake shop and buy a dozen donuts for himself, his driver, and his two bodyguards who were useless against a sniper. Sniper is a dirty move too, but whoever wanted Misha dead made sure it was done quickly. I guess that’s something, but still it hurts that he is gone. With the alliance struggling to figure out which enemy might be responsible for Misha’s death, I think it’s time to turn to someone who deals with assassinations for a living. Shane Thorne is a good friend of ours and he belongs to a secret society assassins called the Faceless Assassins. I only met Shane a couple of years ago, however,
Today we bury my father. It’s been about five days since he was killed. Hell, Toni and I haven’t even been married for a whole week yet here we are attending my father's funeral together. It’s almost unfathomable that we are standing here as people pay their respects to my dad. My mind is having trouble comprehending the situation. I thought I had years left with my dad. He was my guidance and sounding board when it came to business stuff. Now, he’s just gone. Living in the underworld there is always a risk that you will die a brutal death. At least my father was shot in the head by a sniper, so it was quick. We don’t know who ordered the hit either. Not yet at least. My father did have his secrets. Granted he didn’t have many that I didn’t know about, but I wager there are a few he kept from me for one reason or another. I know if he didn’t keep something from me it was probably to protect me. That’s one thing I can always say about my dad was that he fiercely protected me yet he wa