At 21, Delilah DeGrassi has seen it all. As a mafia princess, she has learned from the best how to dress, what to say, and how to walk in Louis Vuittons. After an attack by her supposed fiancé Mikael Kalashov left her feeling helpless and worthless, she decided to learn some new tricks. How to shoot, how to handle knives, and how to kill...mercilessly.
She is no longer a disposable princess. Now, she's the Queen...and the mafia world has no idea what they've created.
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Damian Vincente became the Don of the American Mafia after his parents were killed by their enemy, Vladamir Kalashov. With such an upheaval in the mafia world, his arranged marriage with the DeGrassi family was called off, and his proposed bride, Delilah, was put back on the market. Now he wants revenge against the Russians for the loss of his parents, and he wants the princess he was promised years ago.
He's about to learn that his lost princess is not the sweet girl he remembered, but the dark angel he will never forget.
***This story will have graphic violence, spicy scenes, and mature language.***
***Take this as your blanket warning, as I won't warn about what should be obvious. It's a dark romance and fictional. In no way am I glorifying the mafia or gangs.***
***This is meant for 18+ readers.***
***Hope you enjoy this dark romance.***
Kale had been out taking his dog out for a final bathroom break before heading to bed when he saw it. A ball of light flashed brightly in the sky followed by a crashing sound only seconds later. It hadn't hit too far from his grandmother's house he was looking after for the weeks coming. He had taken the dog back inside and grabbed a hoodie from the coat rack. It wasn't strange for him to take late night walks when he was visiting. He headed toward where he was sure he'd find the meteor thinking it'd make a pretty cool decoration for his coffee table. As he walked toward it he couldn't help but notice how quiet the night had gotten. There wasn't even the usual crickets or frogs chirping. That was when he heard it. A guttural cry of something nearby, he wasn't sure if it was an animal at first but by the end of the sound, he was sure it was a man. He hurried his pace regretting having left his cell phone on the counter by the door. Hoping he wasn't going to find someone seriously injured or even dead.
A current original work in progress an adventure inspired by Mass Effect and Star Trek (which will become more evident in later chapters) started out as a Black Panther fan fiction in the early stages but evolved into my own story before I started writing. Comment Vote and Enjoy!