His Mafia Princess

By April Zyon

Gregorio Bosco worked his way up the ranks of The Family. He never had trouble killing, selling, or anything he was tasked to do. He'd been trained to take over for Giovanni when he stepped down, but that all changed when Alessandra was taken. She was the only good in his life, and he'd do anything in order to protect her—no matter the cost to anyone around him.

Alessandra Morello was born into a life that she didn’t understand. She thought she was the daughter of a wealthy industrialist, however she learned it was far from the truth. She's pulled into the center of a war with Gregorio as her only constant. Her attraction for the older man has only grown over the years, but can there be a future for them in their twisted world?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Evernight Publishing
• Release date: Aug 26, 2016
• ISBN: 9781772339765

April Zyon

Having been a lover of the written word all her life April has always wanted to expand her horizons and write something that could be shared with the world. Only one thing held April back, the fact that the letters and numbers mixed and jumbled more often than not. Diagnosed with Dyslexia when she was eight years old April had to work her butt off just to be able to keep up with the other kids in reading and writing, so her love for fictional writing was tossed to the wayside for the moment. Time marched on, as it always does, and she forgot her childhood dream of becoming an author and instead focused on what she had to – creating a career for herself. As the endless waves of time passed the shores became less rocky and more sandy, a place where she could find an even foot. That and Microsoft invented Word. Hallelujah. This is where April began her journey into the written world, the world that her imagination had been ceaselessly creating for her entire adult life. Now she has been given a chance to let her literary wings unfold and fly, thanks to the amazing publishers with Evernight Publishing and Secret Cravings Publishing. Now its time to let the dream take flight and watch it soar! What do I write? Fantastic question. I’m an author of erotic romance with flair. I love to create new worlds, love to make strong Alpha heroes and loving feminine characters that make these bad boy Alpha’s want to love them.

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Copyright© 2016 April Zyon

ISBN: 978-1-77233-976-5

Cover Artist: Jay Aheer

Editor: Melissa Hosack

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This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, and places are fictitious. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

DEDICATION

To my editor, thank you for all of the hours you spent helping me bring my baby to life.

To my best friend, Moira, thank you for being you and talking me out of the corners when I kept writing into them.

To all of my readers that contact me and read my books, I love you all tons. Thank you for choosing to read my books.

HIS MAFIA PRINCESS

Family First, 1

April Zyon

Copyright © 2016

Chapter One

She first met him when she was eight and he was twenty, but it was more than twelve years later when she saw him again. Gregorio. This time, his eyes clashed with hers, and she saw the spark of attraction in them. She knew how she looked. She had more than one person look at her like Gregorio did now. However, none of them affected her the way his singular look did.

When he turned to walk past her, once more his gaze straight ahead, she turned and looked at him. The man walked with confidence, a swagger that couldn’t be feigned. She still couldn’t understand why someone so dangerous worked for her sweet father, who was in imports and exports.

She shrugged and went on to the car, because she had less than half an hour to get to the country club and still had to stop for her Starbucks fix. She was starving for coffee, something her father recently banned from the house because he could no longer drink it due to his heart.

An hour later, Alessandra was standing on the golf course with her friends and laughing at a shot Francesca had just taken. She loved being on the links. A smile turned up her lips as she looked up at the bright blue skies and inhaled the scents of the freshly cut grass of the course. She longed to take off her shoes and sink her feet into the too soft grass, but that was frowned upon as she learned two years earlier. Shaking her head at her too wistful thoughts, she walked up to the tee green and put her ball down. Now, Frankie, I know your father is paying Carl Durand to give you lessons, so why was that drive so lousy?

Les loved her friends and enjoyed this time with them. It made her happy to get away from the house at least for a few hours a day. To get away from the heavy testosterone and ass-kissing that some of the lower level men in her father’s organization did on a daily basis.

Well, Les, since you’re asking, Frankie said dramatically, Carl is giving me lessons, but they certainly aren’t golf lessons.

Alessandra laughed and then took her shot. Her ball landed in the forest, but she didn’t mind. It was good for her to get out and stretch her legs. Walking in the woods was something she often did because she really did suck at golf. She looked toward where her guards were, guards her father insisted upon after someone mugged her a week earlier … and of course the incident when she was a child. She noticed the security around the house had been increased as well, but that was part of her being who she was. She had a feeling her father was about to make a huge announcement; she would find out when his employees did.

Finding her ball, she moved so that she could hopefully get it out of the rough and onto the fairway once more. Once it was back on the fairway, she stepped out of the way to let the others shoot their balls as well.

The laughing friends played their way through the front nine and then went inside so they could grab lunch. As she walked past her guards, she stopped. Go in and have lunch. I’m sure nothing will happen in the clubhouse. Really, we will be all right.

Are you certain? Both men looked at each other, each of them showing a trace of fear, which had Les frowning.

Yes, I’m sure. There’ll be close to fifty people inside at this time of day. I’ll be okay. If it makes you feel better, you can have lunch in the clubhouse as well.

Yes, ma’am, that would make us feel better. She saw the instant relief from both men.

Come on, I’ll talk to the maître de so you can have lunch. I know you both likely have memberships thanks to daddy, but I would feel better knowing you were both having lunch too.

Thank you, ma’am, Arturo Cavazos, one of her guards, said with a bow to her.

****

An hour later, Les was practically dancing in her seat. She had drunk two glasses of wine and far more glasses of water than she should have. Excuse me, ladies, she said and rose. She looked to her guards and smiled. They wouldn’t even notice her gone. She would only be three minutes in the bathroom.

She stepped out of the dining room and into the lady’s room. Once she was done with her business, she walked out. She was stopped by a waiter and frowned when he put his hand on her. She felt it then, a small prick to her arm where his fingers touched her.

What? she whispered just before the room went dark.

Chapter Two

Gregorio was pissed off that he had been called to the mansion, again. He had to get a hold of his men, or the Boss wouldn’t let him take over in the timeframe given to them. It wasn’t because of his fuck up, but one of his underlings. The little bastard was dead now. Greg had personally seen to it. No one got away with stealing from the family, not under his watch. Period. Now if only he could get the Boss to agree that times needed to change and the stakes had to be higher so that their family ran even tighter, because the Russians were trying to move in on their turf and usurp their power. It was up to Gregorio as the Boss’s right hand—and eventual heir—to ensure that they died trying instead of taking over the area that they had carved out for themselves.

When he was let into the Boss’s study, he stood loose in front of the man. Gregorio was armed and ready for anything. You called?

Gregorio, take a seat. The man didn’t pose it as a question, and Gregorio knew it. It was an order. Once he was sitting, the Boss nodded. "I hear you took care of the mistake. The Boss sneered as he said the last word, as if it were dirty. And you made an example?"

Yes, sir. I did. He’s currently hanging with his hands cut off and his gullet filled with molten silver. His silver-filled body was left on the lawn of the Russian Boss’s home, as per your request. We will need to be more careful with our recruits. How this one passed as Italian, I will never know. It was the theft from the small general store that got him. The girl recalled him speaking Russian as he stole from her. She was injured and in the robbery, she remembered our underling because he had come to collect the protection fee two days earlier.

Gregorio smiled. It was a smile of pure darkness as he thought of the pain the man suffered. He then tilted his head slightly as he asked the next question. You let your daughter leave without a guard? Gregorio changed the subject to one he really wanted to know. That woman had gotten under his skin and had been there since she was sixteen when he saw her naked in the pool house. That was when he was third in the organization. Gregorio killed the second because he was jacking off to Alessandra. Only he was allowed to even think of her in that capacity, and he ensured that every-fucking-one knew it. Even the Boss knew now that Gregorio had declared himself to the man.

She plays golf with her friends every Thursday. Her guards are with her. Have you learned more of her mugging?

I have. Another reason