Title: Mafia Prince
Series: Royal Mafia #2
Author: Bella J.
Genre: Romantic Suspense
Release Date: June 26, 2018
Being a Valenti can be a godsend, or a curse. For me it’s both.
There was a time when I thought I wanted a different life. A life with her. But that changed the day she left—the day she ripped my heart out.
Now I’m a heartless bastard with the tendency to not give a shit. I live my life like a man with nothing to lose. Reckless, ruthless, callous, and consumed by nothing but darkness.
But she’s back, the woman who destroyed me. Only this time she’s one of them—the enemy.
She thinks she can play me, torture me by walking around in our world like she belongs here. But on these streets I’m a fucking prince. I’ll ruin. I’ll rule. And I’ll start a goddamn war in this city.
Because Layla Moore belongs to no one…but me.
Layla looked up, her gaze meeting mine. That was also the moment my entire world came crashing down around me. Every bone in my body ached, my lungs unable to expand because I forgot to fucking breathe.
Moments, seconds, minutes, hours. A week could have gone by, and I wouldn’t have noticed because all I concerned myself with was staring at her, to not take my eyes off her in case all of this wasn’t real.
But then Matteo’s hand dropped from her neck, his knuckles dragging down her arm. The movement caught my attention, forcing me to take my eyes off her.
Rage. Fury. Anger. Jealousy. I could feel the blood in my veins start to simmer, the need to kill and destroy scratching against marrow and bone.
Suddenly, I was very much aware of the gun tucked away at my side, the weight of the weapon begging me to clutch it in my palm, then aim and pull the fucking trigger.
Matteo looked up, meeting my glare, a smug grin spreading across his motherfucking ugly face. That grin was like a giant fuck you directed right at me, and when he leaned down, placing his lips against her cheek while his eyes were still focused on me, I fucking lost it.
Dante, no! Antonio tried to stop me. But how did you stop an enraged animal with a lust for blood? I rushed down the stairs, adrenaline scraping against my veins as images of Matteo’s headless body filled my mind.
As I stepped onto the dance floor, I looked at Layla. Her amber eyes were wide with panic, her lips slightly parted. She knew it. She knew it as well as I did. I was coming for her…
...because she was mine.
©Bella J. 2018
All the way from Cape Town, South Africa, Bella J lives for the days when she’s able to retreat to her writer’s cave where she can get lost in her little pretend world of romance, love, and insanely hot bad boys.
Bella J is a Hybrid Author with both Self-Published and Traditional Published work. Even though her novels range from drama, to comedy, to suspense, it's the dark, twisted side of romance she loves the most.
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