Talulla McDonagh the Irish mafia princess , grew up not knowing she was a princess . The first seven years of her life was filled with love , happiness and family . But then she was kidnapped by the Swedish mafia at age seven , she spent the next seven and half years in constant pain and fear and despair of the death of her family , only they weren't dead and spent all those years looking for her. When Andrew wolfe the American don attacked the Swedish mafia , he found a scared and heavily bruised fourteen year old Tally . Only after gaining her trust enough to let him help her did he realize she was halfway through a pregnancy. Andrew vowed to protect this little girl and her baby till his last breath. He adopted her and brought her back home to California to live with him and his sons. The McDonagh family have decided to make the move from their home in Ireland to a fresh start in California. They will be living with their allies and best friends the American mafia . A surprise is in store for this family. How will they react . What happens when Talulla meets the Italian mafia heir?

(WARNING: This is my first story btw. Some parts may be cringe or toxic, but I don't feel like changing anything at the moment) I watched as he frustratingly ran his hand through his jet black hair as he let out an loud sigh. "Axarii I do not have the patience for your childishness. I can no longer trust you therefore we're getting an divorce." He stated. That just ended my mood. "What! That girl doesn't even look like me, are you fucking blind? My boobs are not even that big! Just imagine Winston and I together, that's impossible." I screeched out and grabbed onto him. I mentally cursed at myself as I felt tears threatening to escape from my hideous eyes. I'm an ugly crier. He roughly pulled his arm out of my grasp. "I want you and your things out of here by tonight and at the company to sign the papers in the morning." "You can't be serious! How can you not believe me, your own wife over some damn fake pictures?" I looked at him only to see him blankly staring at me, not responding. I roughly wiped my eyes before any tears could escape. He would not see me cry. "I'll go but you'll just have to throw away or burn the clothes that you bought for me because I don't need anything from you." I mumbled as I turned away and headed for the stairs. "I don't need a wife that claims she has love for me when all she wants is to be around other men instead of her own husband." I continued to walk up the stairs, not bothering to reply to what he said, not bothered to wipe the tears knowing that he cannot see them. **** #2 ex - March 2024 #12 dominate - September 2023 #6 funny - November 2024 #1 darkness - November 2023 #5 plottwist - November 2023 #2 exwife- November 2024