Secret Daughter Of Mafia Don

Coffee

Roman

I smirked at the table. I had only shown her a little of my demons, and she had run away in fear. But on the other hand, she was interesting and beautiful.

I groaned as my c**k twitched. I wanted her, like so many other girls I had wanted. Make no mistake. I never love. My job doesn’t require emotion. Emotion blinds and then kills. It’s poison to my soul. One that builds over time and then turns me inside out.

So I left her alone, only occasionally sneaking glances at the counter, wondering where she had gone. A good girl. She was wise to love her life. She was innocent and did not belong to the sinful side of my world. Even though I felt the urge to defile her, would she still have that innocent glint in her eyes? I doubted it.

I quickly finished my coffee and stood up to leave. I had felt safe in this cocoon for too long; it was time to return to my demon world.

I deliberately paid at the counter so that I could look at her again, the one who made me smile even for a moment. The last time I was laughed at, I had s*x with Elena in the car.

But then I met another woman, the one who wanted to imprint my face on her memory, and it, oddly enough, made me angry.

“Give it to her,” I said, shoving a few bills at her after paying. It was a tip.

“Her?” she asked, surprised.

“Red hair,” I winked at her, and she blushed. Aha, there it was. I was sure that the money would reach her now.

Then I left.

***

Elena

"Hey!" I winced when Mimi called out to me. I was busy washing dishes in the utility room and avoiding this mafia don.

"You are blessed!" The girl hugged me, to my irritation, and then took out some bills and waved them in front of my face.

"What is this?" I didn't understand.

"What do you think, silly?" Mimi hit me on the back of the head.

I hissed in pain: "Hey, this is..."

"This handsome guy gave you a tip!"

"What?" I asked, stunned. Then I rubbed the place near my ear that Mimi touched when she hit me.

"Even I haven't gotten this many tips since I've been working here," Mimi screamed.

"Then take it," I said indifferently, wondering why this i***t gave me a tip. I hadn't even done anything special for him; I just made him angry. Maybe he was kidding me?

"Hey, Elena!" Mimi was shocked by this answer. "How can you refuse money? Since I've known you, you've never approached someone who was rejected..."

Mimi was still jubilant when my phone rang, and she didn't have time to notice how my friend's face changed at the call.

***

Roman

I was stalling for time as best I could, but then again, some things were inevitable, no matter how far I ran from Clara, my fiancée.

Lady Clara Louise Alberta was my fiancée, a choice I did not influence. It was a political marriage, from which both parties benefited greatly.

Clara was a blueblood, a descendant of a long line of royalty no longer in power, and a rung in the ladder for the Luciano clan into the upper crust of society, the beau monde.

The Luciano clan may be powerful, but they are all known for their evil deeds in the Mafia. A business built on blood, death, and betrayal, a den of wolves where only the strong survive. The life I was cursed to live as the son of... his father.

What did the royal clan of Alberta gain from this unholy alliance? Although the monarchy was long abolished, the Alberta clan had many resources, but they lacked one thing.

Protection.

Their name and power made them attractive to enemies, each of their heirs a tempting conquest. So by protecting them, the Luciano clan basked in their glory, their illustrious legacy.

For the first time, the Luciano clan was not only feared, but envied, as my mother and Uncle Legan had wanted. My long-held desire to “belong” to the true bourgeoisie would be satisfied by their union.

Although they were polite to each other, it was clear that there was no love between Clara and me. As long as Clara looked down on me, perceiving me as nothing more than a barbarian, it would be a disgrace to her.

I resented her domineering arrogance. She considered everyone else beneath her when… All she had was a title and an inheritance.

Even the thought of touching her disgusted me, and I did not doubt that she felt the same. But I could not prolong this, not on our wedding night. We would have to sleep with each other, because my mother would only calm down when I had an heir.

That was my fate, although I had no other choice. Marrying for love was not some impossible dream that would take me to my grave. My mother would have abandoned me at the first sign of weakness. I cannot be weak.

“Staying here won’t delay the inevitable,” Macy reminded me.

She returned after I was driving home that little dog I still didn't know what to do with. Macy was my... assistant, and a very efficient one at that, including keeping my bed warm.

She was one of the few people I rarely trusted, and she took care of me, including my needs. It was both work and pleasure.

However, just because we ended up in bed does not mean we are together. Macy knows her place and makes sure that there is no shadow of ambition.

It was just a job that she did willingly. She was not stupid to blind herself with the illusion of love, because I, Roman Deluca, was devoted to my business and my family.

And now my business was to marry Princess Alberta, whether I liked it or not.

I muttered quietly: I was not afraid of some proud princess; rather, I was wary of her. For a man of true blood, she certainly plays dirty.

Macy was the picture of perfection: her blond hair cut in a straight bob, her piercing blue eyes calculating, and her lips delicate. Right now, she had her head c****d, as if teasing me, but she kept her cool. She knew I wouldn’t tolerate disrespect.

“She said I was supposed to be here, but she didn’t say exactly where.” I took advantage of the loophole in Clara’s orders.

Macy just smirked at my resourcefulness.

We were standing right outside Clara’s house, and even though music was blaring from the speakers, I had no intention of leaving. It wasn’t like the guards outside would throw me out for quietly locking myself in my car on the lawn.

We were his people. Most of the guards working here were their police force, honoring the deal they’d already made. All that was left was to broker an alliance between their children, which was supposed to happen sometime this year.

I hadn't thought about the wedding preparations; my mother and Uncle Legan did all that, and I didn't anticipate a happy life with this impostor hiding behind many masks.

"So you'll stay here all night," she said, but she hinted at something else, wrapping her arms around her chest, and those lush flowers teased me furtively.

I knew what she was offering, but tonight I preferred another, more spicy, more fiery. If I were going to sleep, I would need a redhead.

Klara knows what I do behind her back, and she doesn't hide hers from me. We didn't swear loyalty or responsibility to each other, which made it much easier for us to tolerate each other. Everything between us was strictly business, and one day, our connection would break. That was for sure.

"No, I shouldn't stay here."