WARNING!( MATURE )

"Are you touching yourself?" he voices in a husky murmur startling the hell out of me.

I hastily sit up and look at his amused face, "N..no" I stutter in embarrassment.

"Let me see" Carl crouches in front of me and grab my hand to inspect my wet fingers.


Kayla is a Santino's american mafia princess.In the world of guns,an enemy is bound to knock on your door anytime.

What happens when her fathers enemy knocks on their door?

 And what happens when kayla  learns that she's betrothed to a ruthless italian mafia boss Carl Moreno? Also known as the sex-god.

And to add on that,a man of many  enemies .

Join me to find out

His Mafia Princess

The 3 fuckers drop dead like a domino effect and I can't be any more proud of my bullets. 


Like an instinct, I hastily move to the woman to set her free and she looks at me with sad grateful brown eyes. 


"Hey" I whisper carefully not to startle her and she only stares at me timidly. I quickly take off my jacket draping it on her bare body to cover her up. Men. 


"Thank you" she mumbles, cautiously looking at the dead bodies around us and the gun in my other hand in fear. 


She needs to see a doctor, despite the hell she went through, her beauty is still visible. How did she end up in this mess? 


"Marcello, help them out of here?" Carl shouts above the noisy sounds of gunshots and only then do I realise there is a shout-out in the club, probably started by me. 


"Please... no" the woman cries when Marcello is about to touch her and I understand why. 


Chapter 22