|Book 1 in Dangerous Mafia Series| Please read this first|
A girl who has secrets and thoughts darker than most.
A boy who will be the leader of the most powerful Mafia in the world.
A past of heartbreak and pain.
Brooklyn Lilac Russo grew up lea...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
I walk down the massive staircase towards the man who makes me blush an embarrassing pink color and gives me romantic gifts since the first time we met.
He has his back facing me while talking to Matteo-his brother and Rose who is clinging to him like he is her lifeboat. Matteo smirks at me as I take the last step onto the wooden floor with my blood-red train following behind me.
My love turns around and takes me in. His lips curl into a frown before his face blossoms with a bright smile that has always taken my breath away since the day we met a little over a year ago.
"How do I look?" I ask waiting for his approval.
He saunters towards me and grabs my hips in an obsessive and possessive way. "You look magnífico mi estrella," he purrs into my ear. "But I want you to change because men will be all over you and you are mine." (magnificent my star)
His grip tightens until there is a slight pain. I caress his jaw and his grip loosens and he caresses my definitely bruised hips. I lean into him and nip at his hardened jaw.
"Te amo Declan," I tell him trying to calm him down from his jealousy. His eyes flash before they soften as they look down at me. (I love you)
He lightly kisses me before grabbing my hand and pulling me after him towards the limo waiting to take us to the opera.
"The show was amazing! I would have never thought that I would become a fan of opera music," Matteo rants.
Rose chuckles at his new obsession with opera music and grabs his hand. "Babe, if you want me to buy an opera house, I will," she tells him.
I smile at the romantic gesture before looking towards Declan. He has a crease between his brows and looks slightly angry. I rub his knee to try and comfort him, but he shifts away as soon as he feels my light touch.
Feeling rejected I turn towards the moving scenery outside of the limo taking us back to the hotel in the south of France.
The limo stops and I climb out after Rose and wait for both men to slide out. Rose rubs at her bare arms before wrapping her pale arms around my waist.
"Just imagine Brooke us raising our kids together with these men," she whispers into my ear, and I want to tell her that any other day I could imagine that but not know when I was rejected by the man who I love with every fiber of my soul and heart.
When Matteo climbs out of the limo Rose unwraps herself from me to wrap herself around him. Declan is the last to climb out, but as I take a step towards him he walks straight past me and into the hotel my father owns. Tears cloud my vision, but I do my best to smile at Rose and Matteo before saying goodnight and following the angry man I love.
