His Proposal

HIS PROPOSAL BY ANGEL RAYNE His Proposal Copyright © Angel Rayne 2023 All Rights Reserved This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, organizations, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events, is purely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise without the express written permission of the publisher, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. Do not download this book without purchasing it. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. Published by Everblood Publishing, LLC https://everbloodpublishing.com ISBN-13: 978-1-945499-74-6 Cover Design by Coffee and Characters Proofreader: Mackenzie @ NiceGirlNaughtyEdits.com My Newsletter is the BEST way to stay in contact! You’ll get all the good stuff first. Click Here to Sign Up UNLESS YOU’RE A PATRON ON PATREON… (FOR MY DIE HARD FANS ONLY) Other than my newsletter, this is my go to place to keep you updated on all the things. As a patron of mine, you’ll have access to things like exclusive sneak peeks and voting rights, be able to read the books as I write them, or even chat with me directly! If you’d like to support my work on Patreon, you can check out my different tiers here: Angel on Patreon You can also find me here: Facebook Author Page TikTok Instagram Goodreads BookBub SYNOPSIS I may be a monster, but I always get what I want. Letting Serafina go was a mistake. Maybe the biggest I’ve ever made. Too bad I didn’t realize it until she was forced into an arranged marriage with my worst enemy. I’ve always done whatever the mafia asked of me. Gave up everything I loved in the process. But I won’t do it this time. Because even though she hates me for betraying her, I’ll make her love me again—even if I have to wage a brutal war in her name. Hell, I’ll burn my life to the ground and let her bathe in the ashes if that’s what she wants. In the end, Sera will be my wife. And God have mercy on our enemies, because I sure as hell won’t… CONTENTS 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 Epilogue Also by Angel Rayne About the Author CHAPTER 1 Enzo Luca’s voice, low and urgent, filtered through the fog of rage that blocked out everything and everyone other than the woman standing in front of the altar. He grabbed the front of my shirt, and slowly, the red haze on the outskirts of my vision shifted. “Enzo. Listen to me. You cannot react.” I tried to look around him, but he wouldn’t allow it. “This is what he wants. He’s using her to get to you, hoping you’ll start something. I know what you’re feeling. Trust me, I do. But if you do anything right now except sit back down in that fucking pew, it will give him the excuse he needs to take me out. To take all of us out. So sit the fuck down. We can’t win this, my friend. Not today.” What he was saying finally infiltrated, and I blinked as his pale face came into focus, his blue eyes wide and locked on mine through the lenses of my sunglasses as he tried to get through to me. “Sit. The. Fuck. Down,” he ordered. “Do not make a scene.” I wanted to obey him. I’ve always obeyed him, ever since he rose to the position of underboss and Tristan and I vowed it with blood and honor. But I couldn’t think. Couldn’t move. A soft hand took mine. “Enzo.” I looked down to see Veda’s hand gripping mine, and then my eyes rose to her face. She was scared. I didn’t like it when she was scared. “Please,” she whispered. The music had stopped. We were the only ones left standing. Abruptly, I took my seat, still holding Veda’s hand to anchor me to the spot. With a sigh of relief, Luca sat down on her other side. Tristan said something to him and he shook his head, then smiled at Veda and took her other hand before giving his attention to the people standing at the front of the church. I stared straight ahead as the priest began the ceremony. I couldn’t look at Luigi’s new bride. Couldn’t watch as she agreed to spend the rest of her life with a man who was old enough to be her father. Or grandfather, even. A man who had ordered me to kill my wife without an ounce of emotion. And I had. I’d done it. To prove my loyalty to him and his son. A loyalty he didn’t deserve. I felt Luigi’s eyes on me. He was fucking enjoying this. He expected me to make a scene, perhaps threaten his life, just as Luca said. As a matter of fact, I’d bet he was counting on it. But I wouldn’t give him the fucking satisfaction. So I sat my ass in the pew and showed nothing of what I was feeling, even as I burned alive from the inside out, the back of my neck prickling from the curious eyes of many of the guests wondering what the fuck was going on. But I refused to show any reaction to the fact that the woman who haunted my every waking moment and possessed my dreams was marrying a man I hated. Inside, however, I was screaming. As the ceremony dragged out, the roar in my head grew louder until I could only hope my memories of this day would become nothing but one big