All Chapters of Lethal Games: Taming My Mafia Don Stepbrother: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

Pov: BiancaThe wedding was in two weeks. And today we were fine tuning the details."Wow, Mária," Ines cooed, holding up a picture of the colour theme my mother had chosen. "I think this is a lovely colour you picked.""It's an awful colour," I sniffed, not looking up from my magazine. I was perched on one of the plush seats in the dining room, early morning sun washed into the room through the glass walls.Mama had picked rose gold as the colour theme for the wedding and in truth, I had no hatred for the colour but since I let the resentment spill out the other day, it was hard reigning it back in. It had been reignited and there was nothing on this earth that could put the livid fire out.I wasn't even sure why I was here. Why she insisted on having me over. They fine details of the wedding has already been decided on before I even RSVP'd their introductory dinner invitation. Nothing I said could change what had already been set up. Still, I tried to make my mother as uncomfortab

Pov: AndreIt was the day of the wedding. We were at the reception and so far, things were going perfectly. Too perfectly. Not a hitch, not a squabble, nobody had gotten shot in the head so far. It was a good day.After the surprise attack last week in one of my restaurants and Leon being perforated with enough bullets to kill a grown man, I had trippled the guards that protected my family and tightened security around our homes, knowing that the Polish would want to strike at a time when we're all gathered together.Once the wedding was over, I would have to break the news to Bianca that she would have to leave that dump she called her apartment and move into one fit enough for a mafia princess.Speaking of the devil, she suddenly glided across the room, an apparition in black of all colours, and blood red on her lips.She was wearing a cheap dress with a glittering tulle fabric even more scandalous than the last one. The strappy sleeves fell down her shoulders seductively and stylish

Pov: BiancaMy legs were shaking as I left the dancefloor and went upstairs to quiet the throbbing in my skull from all the music, dancing and alcohol. I was tipsy, cranky and lost.I had been given a room in the DiMarco mansion to stay in, in case the reception ended too late.It wasn't my intention to sleep over but I could barely keep myself upright and the more I searched for my room, the more hopeless it got until I was sure I was getting myself even more lost.I made a turn on my left and rested my hand on the doorknob of the first door I found but voices from within the room stopped me. Voices, some of which I recognized."I heard the Polish are giving you a tough time," I heard the cold monotone of a man."Yes. They planned something today," Andre confirmed."You mean the Polish tried to attack here? With all of us gathered in one place." That calm alto belonged to Alexei."They planned to kill my stepsister." Andre corrected, his hardened detached voice sent a noose tightenin

Pov: Andre (Two hours earlier) "Oh, good. You're awake." The half naked man I had hanging upside down, like a starfish, on a contraption that looked like a medieval torture instrument, murmured something incoherent, only just regaining consciousness. There was a blood bag that was filling up with blood as it drained from a vein in his forearm, instead of nourishing him. I straightened from where I was leaning against the wall, a tumbler of whiskey in my hand. "You passed out too quickly. I would have thought a Capo of the Polish could take a little more beating." "Screw you!" He spat vehemently, finally regaining consciousness. He muttered a few choice words in Polish, probably expletives at me, blinking away his confusion and trying to tug himself free. I sighed, placing my tumbler on the only table in the room. Selecting from an array of knives from the table, I walked over to him, twirling the knife in my hand. "You won't talk to my men, I was hoping you'd be a lot more chat

Pov: Bianca"You've done it, micetta, you've just created a monster." His gaze burned, his chest was rising and falling with every deep, tortured intake of breath. His gaze dropped as he gripped the hem of my dress in his tight fists. He was shaking as he looked at me, fury and desperation evident in his eyes and with one rough tug, he tore the dress from my body.The sound of my dress being ripped in two had me panting for air.He stilled as he took in my body, naked except for my white lacy panties and his eyes glazed over with such a soft and heavy admiration, something squeezed in my heart.He cursed lowly under his breath, his eyes glued to my body, a pained look on his face. "You're so beautiful, Bianca." He whispered, his shaky hands cupping my breast, squeezing slightly. His thumb stroke my nipple and he hissed as a little shiver passed through me. "You're fucking perfect. Just like I imagined.""You think of me?"His eyes darkened. "I've fucked you fifty different ways in my