All Chapters of Shattered Attraction: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

DanteMy fists clenched and I shot my brother a glare. “What do you mean you collected his daughter as payment?” I growled in anger. “What the hell were you thinking Matteo?”Matteo shifted, his face paling as he said. “He—he couldn't pay Dante, so—”“So what!” I roared, banging my fist on the table. “If he couldn't pay, you put two bullets in his head, not take his fucking daughter!”“I’m sorry Dante” he said, bowing his head in shame.“We do not take women, that's not how we do business” I said coldly. “That’s not how I do business” I added.“But she was the only thing he had to offer, was I supposed to have let him off the hook?” he said, trying to defend himself.My face twisted in disgust. “I know why you took her. Don’t think I don’t know what you do to women, Matteo.”Matteo’s face flushed, his eyes darting away. Silence hung heavy between us, thick and suffocating.“Do you even understand what you've done? You've crossed a fucking line!!” I yelled. “We do not touch wives or mo

GabriellaHe had a long thick scar running through the right side of his face, with scars that looked like they resulted from burns curling around it like creeping crops with a stick. It was baffling in comparison to his otherwise smooth left side.He grabbed me by the wrist, yanking me closer as his eyes burned with anger, which got me wondering on what I did wrong. Before I could say anything, he crushed his lips against mine in a kiss that was anything but tender. It was raw, almost punishing and borderline aggressive.When he finally pulled back, both of us were breathless, his voice was low as he said.“You’re mine now”An old woman came up to us, kissing my husband’s cheeks. She was beautiful. Her long silver hair packed in a neat bun. Her eyes crinkled as she smiled at me. “Oh dear, you look so beautiful in that dress. Doesn't she?” she asked turning towards my husband. He grunted. “Forgive my manners dear, I'm Elena, Dante’s grandmother” she said brightly. “I can't wait for l

GabriellaI winced in pain as I turned onto my side, the sight of the white sheets, stained bright red with blood; my blood brought an intense wave of anguish as the events of the previous day slammed hard into me.“Is this my life now?” I thought as my eyes filled with tears and my shoulders shook with silent sobs. I felt used and……worthless. Like I didn’t belong to myself anymore.I wiped my eyes hurriedly with the back of my hands as I heard a soft knock at the door.“Come—come in” I said, plastering a fake smile on my face as Hannah pushed open the door, a tray of breakfast in her hands. The smile on her face a painful difference to my broken state. “Good morning Mistress” she said cheerfully. I chuckled ironically, gritting my teeth as I struggled to sit up in the bed as I said.“Don’t call me that” my voice came out sharper than I had intended and I felt sorry for that.“Oh…” She said, stopping in her tracks, her eyes fixing on the blood stained sheets.“what will you like to

DanteI should have gotten the store closed.That was the only thought ringing in my head the moment we got there. I adjusted the cuff of my tailored suit as we stepped inside.The store was luxurious, pristine, with gleaming shelves and high ceilings but people couldn't stop staring. Their eyes, followed us about the moment we walked through those doors. And I can't seem to decide whether it’s because it's not everyday they see a powerful Mafia king or it’s just the scar on my face.The manager hurried over but I was more focused on my little wife, she looks so beautiful with her hair down, her brown eyes glancing around the room.“G—Good day sir” He stuttered. “How may I be of service?”“Oh yes, I want some dresses for my wife, something—”And then I saw him—a guy shamelessly checking out my wife like I wasn’t standing right there. I closed the space between us, pressing my chest firmly against her back. My eyes locked on his, and I watched the color drain from his face as recogni

DanteI stood just a few feet away from the man tied to the chair, his strained breathing was the only sound that could be heard in the quiet room.The room was poorly lit and musty, and the smell of blood in the air was thick enough to choke you. I unbuttoned my suit, trying my best to ignore the stain of blood on the cuff. The man groaned, his head falling forward as a fresh stream of blood dripped out from his busted nose.“I’m guessing you work for the Vitallos” I said, my voice was low and steady.The man didn't move.I sighed, crouching. My face only a few inches away from the battered man’s, grabbing his chin, I forced his head up. Our eyes met and for a moment I hesitated.“Do you know why you are here?” I questioned. My tone was conversational, practically like we were sharing drinks at a bar.“I…. I don't know what you're talking about” he choked out, but the fear in his green eyes was very obvious.I chuckled softly, shaking my head. It was the kind of laugh that had made