All Chapters of BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

The Dust Raven glittered dully on the dirty floor of the strip club's VIP area. Kylie's gaze hooked onto it, her heart thumping so hard she felt it may explode right out of her chest."A Dust Raven? Really?" she thought, a crazy giggle threatening to leave her lips. "Only men with something to prove carry those..."For a minute, time appeared to stand still. Kylie could hear her own rapid breathing, the distant throb of bass from the main room, and Daniel's low, ominous chuckle. The rifle rested between them, a lethal promise waiting to be fulfilled.Kylie's mind raced. She'd never held a real gun before, let alone fired one. Sure, she'd seen them in movies, but this was different. This was life or death."Screw it," she thought, steeling herself. In one seamless action, she reached for the weapon.The metal was cool against her feverish fingertips as she picked it up. It was heavier than she thought, and her arms trembled slightly under its weight. Kylie fumbled with the safety, her

Kylie PovI swear to God, the second I walked into that damn reception hall, it felt like the walls were closing in on me. Like physically shrinking around me. I had my arm linked with my dad's, and all I could think was how much I wanted to bolt. But there I was, playing the good daughter, head held high, while my insides twisted into one huge knot of panic.I tried to focus on the people milling around, but it was like trying to see through the fog. Everyone's voices blended into this dull, mind-numbing hum, and my heart—Jesus, my heart was thudding so hard, I thought it might explode. I felt like I was on the edge of something like I knew something awful was about to go down, but I couldn’t confront it yet. I couldn’t stop it. I was just stuck, waiting for the hammer to drop.My mind kept drifting back to Aiden. The pit in my stomach grew with every step we took. "I miss you, big brother," I whispered in my head. "If you were here, none of this would be happening. You always had th

Third povKylie knew she was in trouble the second she walked into her father's study and found Roberto there instead. He was standing by the window, his big frame blocking most of the light, making him look like a dark shadow against the sunset. When he turned to look at her, his eyes were cold and hard, like ice."Miss Morgan," he said, using her last name in a way that always made her stomach do flips. "Just the person I wanted to see."She tried to back up, to leave the room, but he was faster. Before she could blink, he was there, right in front of her, so close she could smell his cologne—something expensive and spicy that made her head spin a little."Your father hasn't been keeping what's his safe." The words came out soft, almost gentle, but Kylie could hear the threat hiding underneath.Her mind started racing. *Oh God, Oh God, Oh God*. What did he know? What had her father done? She needed to think fast, needed to find a way out of this conversation before Roberto said anyt

The office stank of leather and smoke. James followed Ricky into the dim room, his guts churning. The fire crackled, throwing weird shadows on the walls. Outside, the wind howled like a banshee.Ricky darted in like he couldn't wait to get this over with. James hung back, his chest tight with grief and anger. It felt like some monster was clawing him up from the inside.Their old man, Victor, was slumped in his big chair, staring at the fire like it held all the answers. His eyes were a million miles away.James wanted to bolt, leave the old bastard to wallow. But Ricky opened his big mouth."We got news," he blurted out.Victor's head snapped around. "You found out who offed your brother?" he thundered.James flinched. Ricky shrank back like a kicked dog. It used to be Daniel who'd step between them and the old man's temper. But Daniel was gone now, wasn't he?"There's somethin' else," James said, bracing himself.Victor growled, "Then quit standin' there with your thumb up your ass

The restaurant's dim lighting cast a warm, intimate glow over the tables, enhanced by flickering candles and the occasional sparkle of glassware. Soft jazz filled the space, a gentle hum that seemed to drift and weave around the diners. Roberto sat across from Kylie, or "Kyls," as she had recently insisted, feeling the weight of a thousand unspoken words hovering between them. His gaze traced her face, lingering on the way the candlelight caught her features—her dark, cascading hair, and those deep blue eyes that held worlds he longed to explore.He reached across the table, hesitating before gently brushing a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. His fingers lingered for just a moment longer, savoring the softness of her skin. "If you could see the way you’re looking at me right now," he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips.Kylie glanced down, a hint of a smile playing on her lips before meeting his eyes again. "How am I looking at you?"He was caught, suspended between t