All Chapters of THE MAFIA KING'S STOLEN BRIDE : Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

He hadn't mentioned that before.Dad smiled and gently touched my cheek. He patted Michael’s back. "Good job."I couldn't believe it. "You’re both impossible," I muttered, rolling my eyes with a hint of a smile on my face because I know that they're just being overprotective.The next day, as I was getting ready for the wedding, Michael appeared at the door, sharp in a black suit and blue tie."You clean up well," I said, though a knot formed in my chest at the thought of him not being around once I moved in with Daniel."You look incredible," he saidHe leaned against the doorframe, hands in his pockets. "It’s going to be strange without you."I tried to keep it light. "Silvia will keep you busy.""It’s not the same," he replied, looked at his Rolex."You’ll be fine. You’ll get married soon, and the Outfit will keep you busy."He sighed. "We need to go. The ceremony starts in forty-five minutes, and it's a long drive."I nodded, checking my reflection one last time before heading out

Nicolas's POVMilene passed out beside me. I studied her closely. Now that she wasn’t moving, I could finally see her clearly. Her dress was stained with blood, like red gems on her soft neck. Perfect.“We’ve lost them,” Tate said.I looked out the back window. No one was following. We only hurt Milene’s two companions, so some of their people were busy helping them.“She’s hot,” Simon said from the front seat.I leaned forward. “One more word, Simon, and I’ll rip your eyeballs out and feed it to you, got it?”Simon nodded quickly. Tate looked at me, curious. I leaned back, turning my attention back to Milene, lying still. Her hair was pinned tightly, except for one piece that curled over her temple. I wrapped it around my finger. I couldn’t wait to see how controlled she really was.I carried Milene into the motel room and set her on one of the beds. I pulled a twig out of her hair letting her hair fall loose. I stood straight.Tate sighed. “ Her family and the head of the Mafia fami

I felt anger rise in me. How could he say something like that? “Of course not,” I said coldly. “A woman of the Outfit only has her first kiss on her wedding day.”His smile grew bigger, like a wolf’s, and I realized I’d fallen for his trap. He’d used my pride against me.Nicolas’s POV She kept her head high, even though she’d made a mistake. Her long blonde hair fell down her back. Her blue eyes looked at me, as if I wasn’t important. Perfect.“So proud, so cold,” I said, running a finger down her cheek and neck. “Just like your uncle.” She turned away, disgusted.I laughed. “That Outfit pride. I can’t wait to take it from you.”“I’ll take that pride to my grave,” she said with her nose in the air.I moved even closer, my body lightly pressing against hers. “Killing you isn’t what I want, believe me.” I let my eyes travel over her body. “I can think of more interesting things.”Fear flashed in her eyes, but it was gone quickly. But I saw it. She wasn’t scared of death, but the though

MILENE'S POVNicolas’s dark eyes moved slowly over my face, my hair, and my arms stretched above my head. He leaned closer, his cruel expression nearly identical to mine. He stopped when our noses were almost touching. His eyes weren’t black, but the deepest brown I had ever seen. He looked straight at me, and I held his gaze. I refused to look away. I wanted him to see the real me, not a weakness, not a tool, but a person.“Not like this, Milene,” he said. His voice was low and smooth, almost hypnotizing. But it was his eyes that held me still. “Not on a dirty mattress like a cheap whore.” His smile was worse than any threat.He lowered his mouth until his lips barely brushed against mine. The soft touch sent a jolt through me. “This is only the beginning. You are not a pawn in my game. You are the queen.” He stood up straight, releasing me. His knife gleamed as he held it before sliding it back into its sheath. “And what does that make you?” I asked, my voice sharp as I lay still o

NICOLAS'S POV Cynthia bent down and grabbed the towel from the floor. First, she wiped the mess on the ground, then she cleaned herself. She looked pathetic. “Get out of here,” I said, my voice sharp. “Leave before I decide to kill you.” She didn’t say anything and rushed past me. At the door, she almost ran into Luca, who stepped back with a look of disgust. He raised an eyebrow as he walked into the room. “You’re still messing with her?” he asked. “Why not just kill her? She deserves it.” “She doesn’t deserve that,” I said flatly. “Death would be too easy for her.” I had made a promise to Grigory that she would suffer. Luca shrugged, looking bored. “Maybe you’re right. But I thought you’d have moved on to something better by now. Virgins are way more exciting than this garbage.” “I’m not in the mood for virgins right now,” I muttered. Luca smirked, looking curious. “Really? I hear they’re tight, and it’s fun being the first. Makes it more exciting.” I shot him a cold