The Mafia Princess's Forbidden Desire

t, but I often felt like they were part of someone else's story. A chandelier hung above the entry, catching t

paying attention until the word murder caught my ear. My chest tighten

self I wasn't involved. That I wasn't part of the damage. But that changed months

with the clink of glasses. Guests had arrived for lunc

ough the noise as she entered, her heels clicking on the

y head. "

so worried all the time. I know you're sad because of how your Father grounded you but he's only doing

did I

et Salvatore this morning after church or at th

want to meet him," I admitted. "

her voice rising. "He's your sister

make. Respect? For someone like him? Salvatore R

hless leader in the underworld. People feared him, and for good rea

g him?" I asked, unable

or the family," my

at meant. This wasn't about love or even Adriana's ha

er is ready," she orde

sn't coming to l

er snapped, her tone lea

growing louder as I passed by. My brother, Matteo, stood near the stairs, his arms crosse

s voice called out s

My father stood near the grand staircase, Salvato

father said. "Salvatore, mee

his dark eyes cold and calculating as they met mine. He didn't smile, but ther

you," I said, keepi

Salvatore s

brows furr

re answered, his tone light but fi

sion unreadable. I wanted to argue, to explain that I hadn't

e was enjoying the moment. "She's... memorable,

ng myself to stay calm. "Y

on wasn't over. Salvatore, on the other hand, seem

was playing, but I alread

because he was getting under my ski

placing it inside a bag . She was wearing a big cartoon t-shirt and Ch

ause of that, she lost her credit card, her acting lessons, and had to deal with angry stares for

d strange props like feathers and hats covered her makeup table. A huge rabbit head was even lying on her bed. Dad probably didn't know he was