The Consigliere

ORTEGA MAFIA – THE CONSIGLIERE A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE STELLA ANDREWS Copyrighted Material Copyright © Stella Andrews 2023 Stella Andrews has asserted her rights under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the Author of this work. This book is a work of fiction and except in the case of historical fact, any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form without written permission of the author, except by a reviewer who may quote brief passages for review purposes only. 18+ This book is for adults only. If you are easily shocked and not a fan of sexual content, then move away now. 18+ CONTENTS Newsletter Ortega Mafia Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10 Chapter 11 Chapter 12 Chapter 13 Chapter 14 Chapter 15 Chapter 16 Chapter 17 Chapter 18 Chapter 19 Chapter 20 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Chapter 28 Chapter 29 Chapter 30 Chapter 31 Chapter 32 Chapter 33 Chapter 34 Chapter 35 Chapter 36 Chapter 37 Chapter 38 Chapter 39 Chapter 40 Chapter 41 Epilogue Also by Stella Andrews NEWSLETTER Sign up to my newsletter and download a free eBook stellaandrews.com ORTEGA MAFIA The Consigliere The devil dances on the sabbath while the innocent rest. My stepmother and her deranged lover stole our business. The Ortega Mafia is ours by birth but they have other ideas. With the help of my two brothers, it's time to steal it back and I have a secret weapon. Abigail Kensington. Billionaire’s daughter and Washington princess. The perfect woman who is definitely out of my league. A woman my target is obsessed with. The one woman he never had and settled for my stepmother instead. I am a master at exploiting weakness and will make the pampered princess an offer she can’t refuse. I will use her, probably abuse her and ruin her, in my thirst for revenge. She is a pawn in my wicked game of chess, and I play to win. I will destroy lives and corrupt souls all in the name of victory, and they won’t know what hit them. It’s time to gain the upper hand and take charge of our destiny. The Ortega Mafia is ours, and nobody will ever get in the way of that. Buckle up for a dark, twisted ride of family secrets, lies, and revenge. Somewhere in the middle of the mayhem, a love story evolves that has a very hard beginning. Fans of Dark Mafia Romance will love Ortega Mafia. Books in the series. The Enforcer The Consigliere The Don PROLOGUE ABIGAIL AGE 16 I can tell my mother is nervous. She has a nervous habit of twisting her wedding band that sits beneath the largest solitaire diamond when she’s anxious. Her manicured nails gleam with fresh polish and her perfectly styled hair is cemented in place by a can of spray. Her clothes are fresh off the designer’s drawing board and the Hermes purse on her lap isn’t even on sale yet. To anyone looking in from the outside, she has it all. As she sits straight-backed and rigid, her emotions firmly disguised, she glances out of the window at the passing scenery as if that’s all she needs to think about. My attention shifts to the man sitting beside her, his attention dominated by his phone. Fresh texts flash up on repeat, and he appears engrossed in them. Jared Kensington. Washington billionaire. A man who desires control and is always searching for the next investment to toss on the ever-growing pile of wealth this family enjoys. I glance down and note how neatly folded my hands are in my lap. Like my mother, my back is straight and rigid, my legs crossed at my ankles and my own Chanel suit crease free, having only just been liberated from the store. The matching purse rests on the plush leather seat by my side, holding nothing more than a lipstick and my cell. I am expected to sit in silence and yet many questions are begging to be heard because there must be a good reason why we are attending the party of mom’s childhood friend, Claire Bachini. We made the flight in my father’s private jet and are now heading toward the home of a woman who mom lost touch with years ago. I believe it was only due to a chance encounter in Washington that we are here at all, and that is why the questions won’t go away. Mom hates reminding of her past. The one when daddy wasn’t in it and the fact he’s accompanying us also raises questions because in my entire life, my father has never attended any event that doesn’t benefit his business in some way. I’m curious what Mr. Bachini does for a living and the only information I have is what I discovered online, and that raises more questions than answers. I would ask them, any normal person would, but I know better than that. Don’t ask, just wait to be told. That’s always been the case in my relationship with my parents and so I glance out of the window, much like my mother, and wait for the truth to reveal itself. I’m still waiting as the car pulls through large iron gates and heads up a sweeping drive before coming to a stop outside a huge red brick house. Unlike our own white marbled palace, this one appears small, crowded and stuck in the past. Then again, not many homes measure up to ours, and I hate myself for even comparing them. We live a life many never imagine, and I’m guessing to most people, the Bachinis are doing extremely well for themselves. Mom’s sigh escapes before she can check it and my father