Alessandra Morino has spent her whole life as an assassin, always being a shadow in the dark. Luciano Moretti is a name that is feared all over America and Italy, the whole world in fact. He is the Don of the Italian Mafia. Both are people you do not want to cross. When Alessandra and Luciano team up to bring down a common enemy, sparks fly and not necessarily the good kind too.

She battles  demons that threaten to swallow her whole.
He  is the devil incarnate, searching for his angel.
This is the story of two people who are so different yet so similar, who intrigue each other as much as they intimidate each other. 

'A King is nothing without his Queen. You are far more than my Queen, tesoro.'

Note: This story breaks certain stereotypes surrounding mafia stories so please do give it a chance.

La Cosa Nostra

I burrow further into my warm pillow, smiling when the pillow hugs me back tighter. My fuzzy brain takes a minute to register that pillows aren't supposed to move. I open my eyes and come face to face with a bare chiseled chest. I'm about to flip the person over when I hear a sleepy groan above me. 


I look up and find Luciano staring down at me, his eyes hooded with sleep, looking sexy as sin. His morning voice was low and deeper than usual, tinged with sleepiness. I do not mind waking up to this every morning. Neither do I. Woah woah hold your horses Alessandra. We're taking this slow. 


"Good Morning." I say quietly and he smiles, pulling me closer to him. 


"It's a very good morning indeed." I blush at his words. Yup, I have no idea where independent, feisty, feminist Aleesandra went. 


"How's your arm?" I ask looking at his stitches. 


Chapter 21