Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
It was all for show. Solely to prove their loyalty and pledge their alliance to La Famiglia. The thought alone made me roll my eyes.
I loved my father, but hated what he stood for.
Vita di mafia.
Mafia life.
Organized crime to be exact. My only peace of mind came from knowing he always sat at the head of any table. For most people that would make them fear for their life, for us…
It was the only way of life.
“You look stunning in that dress,” Giovanni rasped against my ear, delicately brushing his lips back and forth. Dragging my thoughts back to the present, even though it always felt like I lived in the moment. I had to. I never knew when my time was going to be up, like it had been for my mother.
“Does that mean I don’t look stunning all the time?”
“Sienna Luciano, you’re a fucking goddess and you know it.”
Giovanni was here to kiss my father’s ass.
“But do you know it?”
He scoffed out a chuckle. “This dress would look even better on the floor of my apartment.”
“Subtle.”
“You’re not a little girl anymore.”
“I’m not eighteen yet.”
“Trust me, I’m counting down the days.”
So am I.
“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to my cock right now?”
“I know—” a familiar voice answered for me, “—what I’m going to do to your dick if you don’t get off of her.”
Our eyes connected and I glared at him.
Crucifixio Martinez.
I wasn’t lying, I knew who he was. He looked exactly like his father. El Diablo visited our home more times than I cared to count. The first time I met him, I was a little girl mesmerized by his bright green eyes. He was nice to me. Most men were nice to me.
I was the only child, the daughter of Lorenzo Luciano.
Mafia Princess to Lucifer.
Notorious gangster and ringleader of La Famiglia.
My name hit the news the day I was born. The press nicknamed me Mafia Princess, and it’d been haunting me ever since. My father had his dirty hands in everything like the men before him.
Drugs.
Guns.
Clubs.
Diamonds.
You name it, he was involved in some way, shape, or form. The only reason he wasn’t serving a life sentence in prison was because he was untouchable.
Politicians.
Cops.
Detectives.
Officers.
Judges.
The list goes on and on…
They were all corrupt and all in his pocket. He was the definition of organized crime, and there was very little he didn’t own and operate. Not a damn thing could be traced back to him. He’d built an empire on nothing but shady-ass shit.
The darkness that surrounded our family only dragged me further and further into the abyss of our name. I was born into this world of sinners who went to church every Sunday. As long as you confessed your sins to God, all was forgiven.
Even murder.
“Forgive me Father for I have sinned.”
It was much easier to ask for forgiveness than it was for permission.
I couldn’t help myself, I put him in his place. “Just because you act like a dick, Cruz, doesn’t mean it’s going to make yours any bigger.”
He grinned.
He had the audacity to fucking grin at me.
This was what I despised about mafiosos.
The cockiness.
The arrogance.
The entitlement.
The downright disrespect for anyone who stood in their way. I detested every part of this underworld, especially the alpha mentality.
Kill or be killed.
It was such bullshit, and I wanted no part of it. I prayed for the day I could leave this life behind. Three more months. Ninety days and I was out of here. My plan was to leave on my eighteenth birthday. I’d leave the choice in my father’s hands if he would follow, but I couldn’t stay here for him any longer. This life was burying me alive. I wouldn’t be like my mother.
Mind over heart, no matter what.
Love makes you blind, and I could see right through the illusion. I didn’t believe in happily ever after’s or else my mother would still be alive. In our seedy world, love only got you murdered. I wasn’t naive enough to think otherwise.
“If this motherfucker would let you breathe then maybe I wouldn’t have to watch out for you.”
Giovanni snapped around and I gripped onto his arm, holding him back. “Do I look like I need your protection? I can take care of myself.”
“You’re just a woman in a man’s world, princesa.”
“I told you to stop calling me that.”
“I’m just trying to protect you, sweetheart.”
“Protect me from what? Men exactly like you?”
“You don’t know me.”
“I know enough to want nothing to do with you.”
“You heard her. Now leave, before I make you leave,” Giovanni ordered in a harsh tone I knew Cruz wouldn’t appreciate.
He wouldn’t stand down. They weren’t made that way.
“What makes you think you’re so different from every man I’ve ever known? You’re all cut from the same cloth. You’re not the first, nor will you be the last shameless bastard to walk into my home, wearing a designer tux, trying to fuck his way to my father’s table.”