Bound To You

Prologue

Hello Readers,

Welcome to my first mafia book. Thank you for giving this book a chance, I hope you guys enjoy this story as much as I have loved writing it!

This is my first mafia romance book, so please be kind with your comments. If you do like my story, feel free to comment or vote!

This is a work of fiction. Every character, plot, name, and storyline was created by me, the author. I apologise for any errors or spelling mistakes.

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This book contains mature content, including explicit language, violence, and strong sexual themes. Some trigger warnings include mentions of kidnapping, suicide and abuse. I will not be putting warnings before each chapter, so please keep that in mind before reading further.

Thank you. I hope you enjoy!

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B e l l a

Age 12.

I love watching Mama eyeing the windows of her favourite stores. I notice when her green eyes light up as she passes the beautiful mannequins, a tiny smile that curves her mouth, revealing that small dimple on the left side of her cheek.

I always thought Mama was beautiful and elegant with her shoulder-length butterscotch hair -- not a strand out of place. And her creamy white skin blemish-free and always flawless. Her makeup is always done to perfection. I always thought she was like a graceful, modern-day princess.

Staring at my reflection through the glass windows, I analyse my features closely. I look similar to my Papa's appearance with my long chocolate brown hair, dull brown eyes, and tanned skin.

While my little sister inherited more of our mother's delicate beauty. Yeah, I had the same button nose and wide smile, but Alyssa has striking red hair and freckles splatter her button nose and cheeks.

I'm the oldest. Alyssa is two years younger. She hates shopping and walking everywhere Mama goes. I sneak a look at her trailing behind, a frown set on her tiny heart-shaped face.

"Come on, Lyssa!"

She looks up, green eyes widening, knowing she's been caught slacking -- again. Suddenly, her little feet pick up their pace, and her wavy red hair floats around her like a curtain as she rushes to step beside me.

She exhales heavily, and I resist the urge to giggle at her flushed state, though I failed miserably.

Her light emerald eyes narrow on me. "Mama! Izzy is laughing at me!"

I snicker again. I just can't help it. "Stop it, Bella! Mama! Tell her!"

Our mother glances down, her hair whipping around like a model on a TV commercial I saw once. "Girls, please be nice to each other." her smooth voice scolds. "Bella, stop teasing her."