Dangerous and feared. These words describe my future husband. Who also happens to be my ex-boyfriend. It's complicated. Two years ago he broke my heart when left me to do his father's bidding. after months crying, I fnally accepted that he was gone and wasn't going to look back. back. That maybe he never loved me. Didn't want to see Luca never. Now, a cruel twist of fate has delivered me to him in a cruel deal. I am his. He thinks he did me a favor, but I feel like I received a death sentence. He doesn't want to get married because he still loves me. No, he did it for cash. More power. I'm going to be a mob wife. And there's only one way out of it. Dead. But apparently someone else doesn't want me to marry the ruthless Luca Bianchi. And if he gets what he wants, I'll see that untimely grave. Prologue Luca Ten years old...
Chapter 1 Nobody john
Who the fuck did you talk to?" "My father demands it." "Nobody John," Uncle Marco replies. -You know it... "I know what I've been told and what you're saying doesn't add up!" - Him pokes his brother in the chest. -Is that you. - He points to my aunt who is standing in the corner of the living room with her back against the window that faces the yard. "You've been talking too much. Tears her brown eyes as she stares at my dad. Her shoulders shake and she bites her lower lip, trying to swallow a bite.
hiccup. John Bianchi puts the fear of God in you. Because he is God. As Don, the leader of the Italian-American mafa, he decides when his time is up and how you pay for your sins. He was born in New York, but he and my uncle moved to Las Vegas when my father was fourteen.
Uncle Marco was twelve years old. Laws in Sin City were more fuid back then, so my dad got to get his hands even more dirty. Him likes a complicated life. "Don't talk to her like that!" Marco pushes my dad. "I'll talk to the bitch any way I fucking want! - He gives a punch at my uncle, knocking him to his knees. Aunt Ava screams as blood trickles down his chin, but she doesn't dare to go to her husband. No, she stays in her corner, knowing full well that there is nothing she can do. At that point, all she can hope for is may my father spare her life. "You son of a bitch," Marco growls, wiping away the blood. My dad pulls the gun from the waistband of his pants and points it down for your brother. -John! He raises his hands, eyes so dark they're almost black, begging my father to spare his life. -We will. We will resolve this. I swear it wasn't me... My father pulls the trigger. I jump, momentarily deafened by sound except for the buzzing in my ears. Ava screams, falling to the ground. Bringing the knees against the
chest, she sobs openly. I look back at my uncle. He never lived up to the expectations of
Bianchi family. My father was born in the mafa and will die in it, but his brother younger always played a role. Marco wanted out for years and
that was the only way to get it. Putting a bullet in his head was John Bianchi's way of sparing him. He could have made my uncle suffer. He turns to face my aunt. -Not! - She screams. -Please... -
She shakes violently as tears run down her face,
smearing the makeup she put on earlier. It's their birthday. We we caught them going out to dinner to celebrate teen years of marriage. "Take off your clothes," my dad orders. -Please! she sobs, shaking her head. "Take off your dress." Now! - He screams.
Using the window for support, she slowly gets up. With the hands trembling, she lets go of the clasp that holds her dress around her neck. Falls
across his chest, stomach, and hips before pooling around his black heels. Her fragile body trembles as she covers her bare breasts with her arms. My dad smiles at her, obviously happy with what he sees. Or what he doesn't
see. A wire. Someone has been feeding information to the feds and he suspects
let it be her. But the things that reached my father were sure, so, if she wasn't the snitch, then her husband was. He walks over to her, grabs her red hair and throws her head back.
Placing the gun under his chin, he shows no emotion. when she closes her eyes and sobs uncontrollably. "Do you keep your damn shut mouth; you understand me? She starts to nod, but he pushes her head further.
further back with the barrel of the gun. "Fuck, say that, Ava! He snarled in her face. "Keep...my...mouth...closed," she snaps. He releases her, and she screams as he pushes her to the ground once more.
Turning to me, he tucks the gun back in his waistband. if approaching me, he says, "Never let anyone get in your way, son. Not even the damned blood. They will be the frst to undermine you and should be the frst to die for it. Twenty-two years old The morning air is cool on my skin. The strong wind whistles while
blows through the tall trees on this mountainside. the sun is starting to dawn on this glorious Friday. My heart beats with adrenaline. Anticipation. The sound of screaming is like music to my ears. a beacon of hope calling to me, letting me know that I am close to my destiny. But as much as I like the sound, I don't need it. I know where he is
because I set the traps. A week ago, my dad called me into his home ofice in New York and told me to go hunting. But this is not the kind of hunt where you hang your game on the wall like a trophy to impress the others. No, that's the kind you let the wild animals feast on and
then leaves it to rot after hunting its prey. I reach the clearing and see a man named Bernard lying on the ground.
He looks up as I approach with my two men. Your lips pull back in a snarl and drool runs down his chin like a
rabid dog. Seems fitting since he's on a leash. -You! Spit fies from his mouth. His eyes go to Nite, who to my side. "You will pay for this!" He's not lying. Cosa Nostra's life is an endless circle
of revenge. It's something we all came to terms with a long time ago.
time. Each of us understands that you live one day just to be dead the next day. But these days, it's not just limited to the mobster. There are many angry people in the world who feel they have the right to take your life. I take a step towards her. He tries to crawl away, but the
bear trap teeth bite into his leg, stopping him.
Gritting his teeth, he throws his head back in pain. His veins pop out neck and saliva fies as he gasps. "Would you like me to release you?" ' I ask, seeing the pool of blood.
grow under it. I learned to play with my food. Sometimes the mind game fucks them up more than actual violence. "Fuck off, Luca!" he growls. "What do you think, Nite?" - I look at the man next to me.
His hands are clenched and his shoulders shake with fury, but he doesn't say nothing. He turns to me, his green eyes almost glowing with anger. -
I agree. I nod like I can read his mind. -I think that we must give him a fighting chance.
It's all about the hunt. That's what makes it so exciting and makes my blood pump. I was raised on the basis of violence. Besides, my father sent me to do a job, and I won't disappoint him. If I do that, I'll be the only one in the trap. And I refuse to give give him any reason why he doesn't need me. useless men end dead and buried in the desert. My father does not show favoritism, nor even with their own children. You either kill or be killed. That is it Bianchi. The man pulls the chain that secures the bear trap to the ground.
He won't be able to get her out. I myself put all twenty pitfalls here. We broke into your log cabin an hour ago, coming in the front to push the mother fuckers out, knowing
that they would try to escape through this forest. And we were prepared. We spent all last night putting the things in order. Reaching down, I grab the knife from my black boot and raise it in the air.
Bernard raises his hands to protect himself, thinking I'm going to throw it in his face.his. As if I would give him that kind of mercy. Instead, the blade lands on the ground next to his bloodied leg. -start to cut, I order. "Wh... what?" He cries and pulls her off the ground. "It won't cut the chain. he boils, jerking her toward me. -Will not. "I agree with him. His eyes widen as he understands what I'm saying. -I will not cut off my leg! - He screams. I look back at Oliver Nite. The man is a member of the Bianchi family
fifteen years ago. My father found him fghting off a group of bandits who tried to steal what little he had. He welcomed Nite because
saw an opportunity. One: he could fght. And two: he was a child that there was nobody. My father could use the boy to his advantage. -THE
what do you think? - I ask. He takes a step towards the man. -Back! Bernard orders, raising the knife I gave him to cut your leg. Your only chance to get out of the trap. your only
chance of freedom. I throw my head back, laughing.
-I'm serious! - He screams. "I already cut you once." I will do it again.
He waves the knife aimlessly in the air. Nite goes to him, grabbing Bernard's wrist and squeezing it so hard.
strength he drops the knife with a scream. "Pathetic," I spit. As a member of the Mafa, you're trained for situations like this. AND
this guy apparently forgot all his spankings. I never go. -Luca? I turn to face my father's right hand man, Diaz. he made it seem that I needed protection, but we all knew that Diaz was
Chapter 1 Nobody john
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Chapter 2 Open your mouth
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Chapter 3 For you
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Chapter 4 Please don't stop
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Chapter 5 Back on Tracker
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Chapter 6 Luca bianchi
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Chapter 7 Live and die
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Chapter 8 My smug smile
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Chapter 9 I shoot you
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Chapter 10 No questions
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Chapter 11 I bite back a smile
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Chapter 12 Get out!
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Chapter 13 She does not know
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Chapter 14 That's vague
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Chapter 15 This is all my fault
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Chapter 16 My heart races
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Chapter 17 The Bianchi family
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Chapter 18 Test after test
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Chapter 19 He fucked
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Chapter 20 I ask the Kings
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