My Mafia Husband Only Fucks Virgins. So I Married The Don. Chapter 13 Her Own Mountain The wedding is the next morning. No cathedral. No thousand-person guest list. No press. An arch of white roses on white sand. Marco as the witness. A priest flown in overnight from the old country. The staff standing at

My Mafia Husband Only Fucks Virgins. So I Married The Don. Chapter 12 The Queen and The Old Wolf A yacht cuts the black water toward our dock. Not just any yacht. The family flagship. Every man on deck in a black suit. Every one of them armed. Dante’s arm tightens around my waist. Nonna

My Mafia Husband Only Fucks Virgins. So I Married The Don. Chapter 11 Blank Check Dante’s family moves faster than I thought. Three days after that night in my office, a Rolls-Royce with tinted windows pulls up outside The Sanctuary Fund headquarters. Out steps Nonna Salvatore. Black couture skirt suit. Pearls the size of grapes.

My Mafia Husband Only Fucks Virgins. So I Married The Don. Chapter 10 Queen The next morning, I walk into Ricci headquarters as majority shareholder. The old board is already in the conference room. Old capos. Old bookkeepers. Men who wore my father’s name before Lorenzo swallowed it. Men who watched me grow up. Men

My Mafia Husband Only Fucks Virgins. So I Married The Don. Chapter 09 Queen The next morning, I walk into Ricci headquarters as majority shareholder. The old board is already in the conference room. Old capos. Old bookkeepers. Men who wore my father’s name before Lorenzo swallowed it. Men who watched me grow up. Men

My Mafia Husband Only Fucks Virgins. So I Married The Don. Chapter 08 The Match I don’t scream. I don’t cry. I don’t even blink. I stand there in the driveway with the wind in my hair and let the sentence settle into me like a bullet finding its mark. It didn’t take the rest

My Mafia Husband Only Fucks Virgins. So I Married The Don. Chapter 07 Can’t Compare After that night, the whole city knows. Elena Ricci is Dante Salvatore’s woman. Not a fling. Not a plaything. His. I’m not Mrs. Moretti anymore. I’m the only woman photographed on his arm. The only woman his men bow to.