Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 22626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 22626 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 113(@200wpm)___ 91(@250wpm)___ 75(@300wpm)
At the heart of the DeLuca crime family, a passion ignites like a flame in the shadows. Mafia Daddy’s Girl is Lena Little’s new steamy novella that explores the intoxicating connection between Alessandro, the new Boss, and Emmy, his uncle’s devoted secretary. As danger lurks around every corner, can their forbidden romance survive the chaos of the mafia world?
Dive into this tale of power, desire, and the ultimate risk—love!
Alessandro
My uncle, Enzo DeLuca, is dead.
I’ve been chosen to take his place as the Boss of the DeLuca crime family, and I’m prepared. What I’m not prepared for is my uncle’s secretary, Emmy Moretti, and the undeniable need to possess her that I feel the moment I lay eyes on her.
Quiet and inconspicuous, Emmy knows more about the inner workings of the family than anyone else, but that’s only one reason she interests me so much.
The other reason is that I’ve never wanted anything as much as I want Emmy.
But with a murderer stalking through our ranks, making Emmy mine could be a terrible mistake. I’ve never had trouble controlling myself before, so why can’t I keep my hands off Emmy, even if it could lead to disaster for us both?
Emmy
I’ve been working for the DeLuca crime family for years, and I’m ready for a change. I’ve always kept my head down and done my job, and I don’t plan to stop now.
If only the new Boss weren’t so dangerously handsome … and completely off-limits.
Alessandro DeLuca is gorgeous and powerful, and he could kill me without blinking an eye. So why can’t I stop fantasizing about him? And why does the heat in his eyes tell me he wants to own me every bit as much as I want to be his? Will I survive Alessandro DeLuca and the danger he brings with him, or will giving myself over to him be the last thing I ever do?
Unleash Your Desires in a Dark Underworld of Love!
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1
ALESSANDRO
Chicago is colder than I expected.
The wind cuts sharply through my coat as I step out of the car, tossing the keys to the valet and adjusting my collar before heading inside. It’s just past noon, and the city is loud and alive despite the chill in the air, and while this is supposed to be my new home, I still feel a distinct separation between me and this city.
It doesn’t feel like Los Angeles, not at all. But I guess I’m just going to have to get used to it.
I bring my focus back to the high-rise in front of me. Bellissimo. From the outside, it looks like any other high-end wine bar, with sleek black awnings, gold lettered signage, and a subtle glow from the windows. An upscale place where people who need to feel important can go and sip overpriced wine while discussing life and business. It’s the perfect front, and a surprisingly profitable one at that.
Underneath that polished exterior, though, Bellissimo is the beating heart of the DeLuca family operation. Money moves through the wine bar like a river, washed clean of whatever dark origin it might have had. Above the bar is a series of private meeting rooms, and above those are the offices of the higher-ranking family members, Enzo’s included.
Except Enzo’s office is now mine. I’d been heading a small satellite operation in LA for almost a decade now after my father died, but the real home base of the DeLuca family mafia dynasty has always been right here in Chicago. Enzo DeLuca, my uncle, the long-time family Boss, had ruled with skill, but his old-school ways had started to sour as the family moved into the modern age. With his untimely death, it was time for me to enter the picture and take over, pulling the family into a new era.
Ha. Untimely is one way to put it, I guess. It softens the blow of reality that Enzo DeLuca had been gunned down in his own goddamn home, and now it’s my job to clean up the mess his absence has left behind.
I only hesitate for a second more before pushing the doors to Bellissimo open and stepping inside.
It smells like I expected—aged oak, expensive cigars, and overpowering cologne. It’s midafternoon, so it’s quiet, but a few heads turn in my direction, eyes going wide. Some straighten their spines, while others look away, uneasy. The murmur of conversation stops when everyone notices who I am, but I don’t let it bother me. It's elegant enough in here, with dark wood, velvet booths, and low lighting, but I’m not here to critique the wine bar. My business is strictly upstairs, at least for now.
Still, I take a second to look around, cataloging faces and shuffling them away for later. The bartender pretends not to stare as I cut through the room, heading towards the discreet elevator in the back of the bar. It’s just out of sight of customers, the button recessed into the wall so no one would find it unless they were looking for it.
I press it and wait. The elevator dings, doors sliding smoothly open. There are no buttons on the inside. A card reader hangs below the panel, and I slide my keycard through it. I wait for the green light, and the elevator starts moving upwards.
I feel my body start to unwind the closer I get to the top, a slow release of tension that makes me realize just how tightly I had been holding myself.
I knew I would take over the family business from a young age. I had been groomed for the position, and while I’ve been ready to lead, it was always with the idea that it would be on my own terms.
Well, that plan got fucked right out the window.
Enzo was murdered just three weeks ago. His death left the family in chaos, and I was summoned back to Chicago immediately. The funeral was a blur, and I barely remember a thing except for the weight of his ring, now mine, on my finger.
I glance down at the massive gold signet ring that now rests on my right hand. A thick band, it features an ornate capital D flanked by two snakes and a crown resting above them. The seal of the DeLuca family. I rub my thumb against it absently, the heavy metal warm from where it’s been resting against my skin.
I never expected to receive this so soon.
The elevator dings as I reach the top. My footsteps are silent on the deep pile carpet as I make my way down the hallway. The air here is different—heavier, like the ghost of Enzo DeLuca is still hanging around, smoking too many cigars and laughing loudly. The hallway is dimly lit, leading to a set of double doors at the end. There's a sleek black desk positioned in front of the doors, but it takes a moment for me to recognize that the small figure sitting behind it is a woman.