I stole the Italian mafia princess days before her wedding to my enemy—
an alliance crafted to destroy my Bratva.
The plan was simple:
Break her. Take her innocence.
Send her back ruined, panting only for me.
I locked her in my basement, fed on her defiance, and filled her with my seed until she sobbed my name like a prayer.
She was supposed to be a message:
But she carved herself into my blackened soul,
And stole my rescue dog along the way.
Then they ripped her away.
That’s when I realized—she’s no pawn.
She’s my queen. My Lioness.
I’ll bleed kings, and make the world kneel—just to make her Mine.
She was meant to be a warning.
Now, she’s the war I’ll burn the world to win.
Gianna
I was on a flight home to marry the Irish mafia heir.
In a strategic match to end a bloody war.
Like the good little sacrificial lamb I was bred to be.
Then I woke up in a monster’s basement.
The tattooed Bratva monster.
He smirks and growls, “Win my game, earn your freedom. Lose—and I get a kiss.”
Spoiler: I lose.
Worse? I want to lose again.
Because the beast?
He’s not just brutal—he’s broken.
He protects strays with the same fists he uses to destroy kings.
And somewhere in the dark… I became his favorite stray.
Then my family rips me away—before I can tell him the truth.
I’m pregnant. With his baby.
And the most dangerous part?
I don’t want to run.
I want to be his.
