Mafia Beast

MAFIA BEAST A DARK MAFIA ROMANCE SHANNA HANDEL WELCOME Sign up for my Newsletter and NEVER miss a NEW release! Mafia Beast: A Dark Mafia Romance Shanna Handel Copyright © 2022 Shanna Handel All rights reserved. I'll teach her what happens to naughty girls. She never should have spied on me. My punishments left her burning with shame... Needing more. Pain from her past made her run from me. Now I've found out she's hidden a secret. One she never should have tried to keep from me. I won't allow it. She will be mine. I'll use force to take what belongs to me. I'm known for my massive size. I can give her what she needs. I'll make her my wife. I will make her love me. * * * Credits to my wonderful team: Artwork by Pop Kitty Design Photography by WANDER AGUIAR PHOTOGRAPHY LLC Editing by Jane Beyer Proofread by Julie Barney Beta Reader & ARC Director Jess Bracewell 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 Chapter 21 Chapter 22 Chapter 23 Chapter 24 Chapter 25 Chapter 26 Chapter 27 Epilogue Psst! Do you like Dark Daddy Romance? Also in this Series Vow to the King Bonus Content More Mafia Bonus Content Spicy Billionaires Also by Shanna Handel About the Author 1 Charlie I reach out to grab another flute of champagne from a passing tray. I really shouldn’t. I’ve already had one. After skipping lunch to make sure this event went off without so much as a petal out of place, the alcohol is going straight to my head. I raise the glass toward my mouth, the blush pink polish on my nails sparkling under the ballroom lights. The angel on my left shoulder debates with the little hot pink she-devil on my right. Who’s here to stop you? the little she-devil whispers, tipping the glass against my lips with her golden pitchfork. You’ve lost every man that you’ve ever loved. Cursed them all with a death sentence. Their only crime? Loving me. I’m being dramatic. Little she-devil wins. I tilt the glass, sending the cold bubbly liquid down my throat. Half a flute in one swallow. A gorgeous couple walks by, the husband’s hand casually lowering from his wife’s waist to cup her curvy ass in her silky black gown. She sighs, leaning into her man with blissful contentment. So. Sexy. My core aches with jealousy. I tip my unquenched desires back with the glass, polishing off the champagne. Food and drink are the only swallowing I’ve been doing these past seven years. I’m practically a born-again virgin. Is it possible for cobwebs to grow there? I start to giggle. Now I really am tipsy. Time for making bad decisions. I glance around the room at the elegant couples celebrating our annual Winter Ball. Like most of our family functions, almost every single man is attached. There’s a cluster of ridiculously good-looking younger brothers at the bar, their heads leaning toward one another as they joke over their shots of expensive whiskey. Gorgeous but not my type. There is no one here for me. Who am I trying to kid anyway? I’m a good girl. Even two glasses of champagne can’t change that major character flaw that resides deep within the core of my being: I almost always do the right thing. The most my little she-devil ever convinces me of is to overindulge in chocolate or champagne, hence the battle I got into with the zipper of my dress earlier this evening. I won, but I am moving very gingerly tonight. There’s a flower wall of chocolates across the room. The brainchild of me, a chocolate addict. Poking out from the real, green leaves and lush heads of multicolored roses are little shelves, each holding a different treat from New York’s current hottest chocolatier, Lush. If I can’t make mistakes with a man, I can at least inhale too many sweets. That should satisfy this naughty streak that seems to be running through me as of late. My Christian Louboutin Kate pumps click across the polished wood floor as I make my way over to my magnificent creation. They’re turquoise with sparkles to go with the aqua dress I’ve chosen for tonight. I went with a mermaid-feel, leaving my floral prints behind. The aquamarine silk slides against my skin as I move, as smooth and cool as a current of river water. Just eyeing the little rosettes of candies makes my mouth water. I know there’s a rich, creamy caramel hidden inside the shiny chocolate shell. I reach for one but before I can wrap my greedy fingers around it, Emilia’s whispering in my ear. Her blonde curls bounce, the signature scent of Chanel Coco Mademoiselle swirling around me as her words tickle my skin. “Don’t look now, but he’s here.” Just the way she pronounces “he’s” in that honeyed tone makes my knees go weak. “Him?” I stare at her. Her eyes sparkle as she nods. “I didn’t even know he was in New York. He wasn’t supposed to come.” My gaze darts around the room, looking for his massive frame. I can’t find him. Emilia grabs my hand, tugging me behind the leafy wall. My eyes go to the wiring that snakes through the back of the frame. “How did they do this?” I take a quick second to try to figure out the magic of their craft. I file away the craftsmanship for the next party, determined to create my own. “Isn’t it incredible?” “Yeah. It’s great.” She peeks out from behind the wall, looking for him. Am I stalling or really curious about the display’s construction? “Almost an illusion, isn’t it?” I reach out, tugging at a wire, not quite ready to discuss him. 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