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The Civilian Bride Is The Underworld Boss

The Civilian Bride Is The Underworld Boss

Author: Emma
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Chapter 1 

Word Count: 1152    |    Released on: Today at 15:10

to the Vitiello mafia empire, his childhood sweetheart

doorway, arranging a wager with his soldier

ficate was a forgery, and that a bloodless

, a temporary toy meant to be pass

awing blood, before ordering the men to dump a massive

animals, leering at my exposed, wet body

lly sanctioning my violation and te

hidden connection and resource to keep

re his seat, only to be discarded

a fragile canary with no

the Romano Famiglia, the ruthless Don wh

my civilian disguise, and gave the kill order t

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eir to the Vitiello mafia empire, his childhood sweethear

orway, arranging a ten-million-dollar wager with his

he surface of the warm water with

d in my lungs. My fingers clamped onto the porcelain li

swimsuit by the estate pool, a crude attempt to humiliat

curve. The made men had tracked my movements with a naked, possessive hunger,

es that lapped against my bare skin, their spiny le

ld again. My cruel stepmother had sealed me in the pitch-black with

as I fought to rise, to reach for t

room doors wer

report of her heels against the tiles lik

ello-the man who had slid a wedding

el soldiers crowded the doorframe behind him,

gan to narrate the tremor in my limbs, calling to the men to witness t

produced their phones, their thumbs moving swiftl

n was exposed. Not one of them looked away; their eyes were

ody-words one might expect to hear in a cheap brothe

he leering crowd unti

ius to clear the room. I told him the insects were crawling closer

e doorframe and folded his arms, his dark e

ice, ordering me to sit still and afford the m

and forcing me to clench my jaw. Fueled by a sudden, cold anger, I re

that I could mobilize enough of my own men to hunt down every last

epped nearer to the tub, her fine-boned fac

ng deeper into the dissipating foam to

d a wager: she forbade him from interveni

he tip of Bianca's nose with a fond, proprietary air,

e cheers, praising Cassius for showing true allegiance to

inspecting a bag of wet, rotting garbage, Cassius moved his h

o indulge Bianca. He claimed a simple wager was of no consequence, since

wd, a tall associate let

d the truth in a voice loud enough for all to hear: the ma

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The Civilian Bride Is The Underworld Boss
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“On the night I was to consummate my vows with the heir to the Vitiello mafia empire, his childhood sweetheart tipped a pail of hissing cockroaches into my bathwater. My new husband, Cassius, just stood in the doorway, arranging a wager with his soldiers on the exact minute my mind would splinter. He coldly announced that our marriage certificate was a forgery, and that a bloodless civilian like me could never sit beside him. "You are only a pretty distraction, a temporary toy meant to be passed around my loyal men," he sneered. Bianca slapped me across the face, her diamond ring drawing blood, before ordering the men to dump a massive glass jar of hundreds of frenzied roaches into the tub. The soldiers surged forward like starving animals, leering at my exposed, wet body, ready to drag me out and tear me apart. Cassius merely smoked his cigar, fully sanctioning my violation and telling me to curse my own low birth. I stared at the man I had expended every hidden connection and resource to keep alive during the bloody succession wars. I had given him everything to secure his seat, only to be discarded the second I outlived my usefulness. They thought I was just a fragile canary with no moves left on the board. They didn't know I was the hidden Boss of the Romano Famiglia, the ruthless Don who controlled the entire Eastern Seaboard. I wiped the dirty bathwater from my face, shed my civilian disguise, and gave the kill order to my tactical strike team waiting in the shadows.”