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Mafia Forbidden Flame

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I never asked to be born into the Bellini family, one of New York's most notorious mafia dynasties. My life has been dictated by power, loyalty, and bloodshed. I’ve learned to navigate the dangers of being the daughter of a ruthless crime lord, but when I uncover hints that my mother's death wasn't an accident, everything I thought I knew crumbles. Now, I'm trapped in a twisted engagement to Alec Deluca—our family's fiercest enemy. He's a man as dangerous as he is captivating, and I’m forced to dance on the thin line between love and death. Isa Bellini has always lived in the shadows, her life a constant struggle for survival in a world of violence and deception. Her father, the merciless Bellini patriarch, controls her every move. But when she meets Alec Deluca, a cold and calculating heir from the rival Deluca family, she’s thrown into a deadly game of power and betrayal. Alec is enigmatic, with secrets buried as deeply as her own. Their forced engagement is meant to forge a fragile truce, but every heated encounter only fans the flames of their forbidden desire. The deeper Isa delves into the secrets surrounding her mother’s death, the more she realizes that Alec might be her only ally—or her greatest enemy. With their families on the brink of all-out war, Isa must decide: Can she trust Alec, or is he just another player in a deadly game? Alec, too, is driven by his dark past and a need for vengeance. But his growing feelings for Isa complicate everything. What will happen when Alec uncovers the truth? Will their forbidden romance ignite a war, or will it be the key to their salvation? One thing is certain—nothing will ever be the same.

RomanceCheatRevengeMafiaFemale leadIndependentDominantSoul Mate

Chapter 1: The Clash of Shadows

The night was thick with tension, a palpable energy that buzzed through the air like a live wire. The Bellini and Deluca families had chosen a derelict warehouse on the outskirts of the city as their neutral ground, a place where decades of bloodshed could find an uneasy pause. But tonight, peace was a fantasy—an illusion that shattered with the first flash of a blade.

Alessandro Bellini, with his dark eyes cold as steel, stood at the center of the room, his voice a low growl that rumbled like thunder on the horizon. “This ends now, Deluca. Your family has crossed the line for the last time.”

Across from him, Luca Deluca smirked, his posture relaxed but his eyes gleaming with danger. “Careful, Bellini. You might bite off more than you can chew.”

The words hung in the air, heavy and laden with the threat of violence. The room, dimly lit by flickering overhead lights, was a battleground waiting for the first shot to be fired, the first blow to be struck. Shadows danced on the walls, mocking the illusion of peace that had been so briefly entertained.

Isa Bellini, hidden in the shadows, watched with bated breath. Her heart pounded in her chest, the fear gnawing at her resolve. This was not the life she was meant to lead, not the world she was supposed to be a part of. Yet here she was, the daughter of a mafia boss, caught in the crossfire of a feud older than she was.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the sharp sound of a gun cocking. Isa flinched, her eyes darting to the source. It was Alec Deluca, Luca’s younger brother, a man with a reputation as deadly as his aim. He stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Alessandro. “Care to repeat that, Bellini?” His voice was calm, too calm for the situation, like the stillness before a storm.

Alessandro’s lips curled into a sneer. “Do you really want to die tonight, Deluca?”

The room exploded into chaos. Guns were drawn, knives flashed in the dim light, and the two families lunged at each other with the ferocity of caged beasts. Isa, frozen in place, could only watch as the world around her erupted into violence.

She should have run, should have turned away from the bloodshed that defined her family. But she was rooted to the spot, her gaze locked on Alec Deluca. Amidst the chaos, their eyes met, and time seemed to slow. His eyes, a piercing blue, were as cold as ice, yet there was something else there, something that sent a shiver down her spine—a recognition, a pull that defied logic.

Alec’s gaze narrowed as he took her in, the daughter of his enemy, standing there, vulnerable and terrified. In that moment, something unspoken passed between them, a connection that neither wanted but couldn’t deny.

The battle raged on around them, but Isa and Alec were locked in a silent war of their own, one fought not with weapons, but with the intensity of their gaze. The sounds of gunfire and the cries of the wounded faded into the background, leaving only the two of them, caught in a dangerous dance.

And then, as suddenly as it had started, it was over. The surviving members of the Deluca family retreated, their wounded carried out with haste. The Bellinis, victorious but bloodied, watched them go, their eyes filled with the promise of retribution.

Isa’s heart was pounding, her breath coming in ragged gasps. The reality of what she had witnessed crashed down on her, leaving her shaken. She had always known her family was dangerous, but seeing it firsthand was something else entirely. And Alec… she couldn’t get his eyes out of her head, the way they had bored into her, seeing more than she was willing to show.

She was just about to slip away when a hand clamped down on her arm. She gasped, whirling around to find herself face to face with Alec Deluca. He had moved like a shadow, silent and deadly, and now he was too close, his presence overwhelming.

“You shouldn’t be here,” he murmured, his voice low, almost a whisper. The heat of his breath brushed against her ear, sending a shiver down her spine. “This is no place for a princess.”

Isa tried to pull away, but his grip was firm, unyielding. “Let me go,” she demanded, though her voice lacked the conviction she wished it had.

Alec tilted his head, studying her with those piercing eyes. “You’re Alessandro Bellini’s daughter, aren’t you? Isa, isn’t it?” His voice was smooth, almost taunting, as if he already knew the answer.

She swallowed hard, her mind racing. If he knew who she was, then she was in more danger than she had ever been in her life. “You don’t know me,” she lied, but even to her own ears, it sounded weak.

Alec’s lips curved into a small, dangerous smile. “Oh, but I do. I know exactly who you are.” His grip tightened, just enough to remind her of the power he held over her in that moment. “And if you’re smart, you’ll stay far away from me and my family. You might not be so lucky next time.”

Isa’s heart skipped a beat at the implication in his words. He knew who she was, and yet he was letting her go. Why? What game was he playing?

Before she could question him further, Alec released her, stepping back into the shadows. “Run home, princess,” he whispered, his voice lingering in the air long after he had disappeared from sight. “Run home before the wolves catch your scent.”

Isa didn’t need to be told twice. She turned and fled, her footsteps echoing in the empty warehouse. But no matter how far she ran, she couldn’t escape the feeling that Alec Deluca had left a mark on her—one that she wasn’t sure she could ever erase.

The night swallowed her whole as she darted through the city streets, the echo of Alec’s words chasing her like a ghost. She had seen too much, been pulled too deep into the world she had tried so hard to avoid. And now, there was no going back.

Isa reached the safety of her family’s estate, she paused, her breath coming in ragged gasps. She glanced back at the city, its lights twinkling innocently in the distance. But she knew better. There was nothing innocent about this place, nothing safe. Especially now that Alec Deluca had his eyes on her.

She had escaped tonight, but she wasn’t foolish enough to believe that would be the end of it. No, this was just the beginning. The beginning of something dark and dangerous, something that could destroy her if she wasn’t careful.

A shiver ran down her spine as she stepped inside, the warmth of her home doing little to chase away the cold that had settled in her bones. She was safe, for now. But how long could that last? How long before the wolves came knocking on her door?

Isa knew she should tell her father what had happened, that Alec Deluca had recognized her. But something held her back, a whisper in the back of her mind that warned her against it. If she told Alessandro, it would only escalate the war between their families. And more blood would be spilled—blood she wasn’t sure she could handle on her conscience.

She sank into a chair, her mind spinning with everything that had happened. The memory of Alec’s eyes, cold and calculating, haunted her, a constant reminder that she was now part of a game she didn’t want to play.

But she had no choice. The world she had tried so hard to avoid had finally caught up with her, and there was no escaping it now. Isa could only hope that when the time came, she would be strong enough to survive it.

She sat there, the darkness of the night pressing in on her, Isa made a silent vow. She wouldn’t let Alec Deluca, or anyone else, control her fate. She would find a way to navigate this dangerous world on her terms, no matter the cost.

But deep down, she knew the truth. She had already been marked by Alec Deluca, and there was no escaping the pull between them. No matter how hard she tried, she was drawn to him, like a moth to a flame.

And she was terrified that she would be burned.