Mafia Saints

By Sloane Peterson

I am a mafia princess, my daddy is the head of the most powerful mob in the city.

Christian is a handsome undercover FBI agent, working his way into the family in an attempt to take us down from the inside.

 

His good looks and suave demeanor catch my interest, fool me, and we begin hooking up.

 

Until I find out who he really is.

Now I'm forced to choose between Christian and my family.
 

But there's a small kink in this dangerous decision. I'm pregnant.  

• Language: English
• Publisher: Sloane Peterson
• Release date: Mar 9, 2022
• ISBN: 9798223760726

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Mafia Rising

By: Sloane Peterson

Table of Contents

Chapter One 5

Chapter Two 8

Chapter Three 11

Chapter Four 18

Chapter Five 23

Chapter Six 29

Chapter Seven 33

Chapter Eight 38

Chapter Nine 42

Chapter Ten 46

Chapter Eleven 50

Chapter Twelve 54

Chapter Thirteen 58

Chapter Fourteen 61

Chapter Fifteen 65

Chapter Sixteen 71

Chapter Seventeen 75

Chapter Eighteen 80

Chapter Nineteen 86

Chapter Twenty 92

Chapter Twenty-One 98

Chapter Twenty-Two 103

Chapter Twenty-Three 107

Chapter Twenty-Four 113

Chapter Twenty-Five 119

Chapter Twenty-Six 125

Chapter Twenty-Seven 131

Chapter Twenty-Eight 137

Chapter Twenty-Nine 141

Chapter Thirty 148

Chapter One

Mattia

I’m hit in the face with the scent of fresh air for what feels like the first time in forever. Of course, I’ve experienced fresh air since I’ve been locked up, but not like this. Nothing like this. I stand right outside the gate and suck in a breath, letting it fill my lungs. For what is the first time in forever, I feel free. I am free.

Scanning the parking lot, I see exactly what I’m looking for. It’s a simple looking car, nothing like the ones that I was used to before. Nothing glamorous or luxurious. I suppose that’s what my sister gets for throwing away everything that we had.

I’m not a fool. I understand why Adelaide made the choice that she did. I do not hold it against her. Although...well, doesn’t matter. All of that is over with, right? Now, I just need to figure out where I go from here. I walk towards the car and see Adelaide leaning against it. She looks good – healthy. Much better than the first time she came to visit me in prison.

Mattia! I watch as her face lights up when she sees me. She bounces on her feet, just a little, before rushing toward me and throwing her arms around me. It’s not typical Adelaide Mansolillo behavior, but she’s been without her older brother for years.

My arms come around her, clinging her to my body. I breathe her in, smelling her shampoo and perfume. Home. My little sister. Standing on the other side of the car is her fiancé, Christian. I haven’t spoken much to Christian. He doesn’t like me very much and I understand why.

He blames me for his brother’s death. The bullet that struck his brother was meant for me. It’s not my fault, per se, but I can see why he feels that way. Nothing I can do about it. I’ve apologized, but it doesn’t change much.

Instead of focusing on Christian, I focus on Adelaide. I hug her, swaying the two of us back and forth until we part. It feels good to be able to hug you without getting yelled at, I say softly.

Doesn’t it? She tilts her head up at me, smiling. Get in, get in. Kara’s in the backseat.

Kara is Adelaide and Christian’s daughter. If my math is right, she’s almost a year old now. I’ve met her once. Christian never approved of Adelaide coming to visit with Kara and she listens to him. He saved her, but...it makes me uncomfortable. It’s nothing like the little sister I left behind when I was locked up. She was independent and strong. She would never let a man tell her what she could or couldn’t do with her child.

I keep my mouth shut and force a smile on my face. I should be thankful for the two of them. Christian is allowing me to parole to his home. There’s nothing parole officers love more than having their ex-con living with an FBI agent, right? Should make their job a little easier.

I open the door to get in the backseat and smile when I see my beautiful niece. She looks at me with curious eyes, tilting her head to the side just like Adelaide does. She looks so much like my sister, except she has what I assume are Christian’s blue eyes. I’ve never looked closely enough at him to notice.

Hi little one, I greet her as I buckle in. It’s good to see you again, Kara.

She’s curious, but also indifferent. I can’t remember the last time I really had to interact with a baby. If ever. I’ve been locked away for years on drug charges. Probably should’ve been out sooner, but my father used his power and influence to keep me locked away. It was his way of teaching me a lesson, punishing me for getting caught at all.

My father is no longer an issue, considering that he’s dead.

I’ve asked Adelaide the story time and time again, trying to connect it all. It still doesn’t feel real. He pulled a gun, Christian shot him.

Carlo Mansolillo, head of the Mansolillo family, one of the strongest crime families in New York gone. Just like that. So simply. And instead of anyone taking his place, the Mansolillo’s just moved on. Most of his men are in jail, Adelaide is a rat. Where does that leave me? Trying to figure out where I fit in this world again. I’ve been out of it for so long that I feel so incredibly unsure of who I even am anymore.

I’ll figure it out. It’ll be fine.

Christian pulls the car out of the parking lot once he’s sure everyone is buckled in. I sit back in the back, watching him and my sister, trying to figure it out. What does she see in him? I don’t get it. Last I heard, Adelaide was dating Yulian Andronikov. Now, that was a good match for her. Someone who would be happy to let her lead.

From here, it looks like Christian does a lot of the leading.

Mansolillo’s are not followers.

WE ARRIVE AT THEIR home. It’s in the suburbs, which is a whole new world for me. Adelaide and I grew up in a mansion. Their house is...nice. Quaint. Home. Adelaide gets out and opens my door, still coming off as an excitable little sister.

Welcome home! She smiles as Christian walks around to get Kara out of her car seat.

Thank you, Ads, I say, reaching out and squeezing her hand.

I realize I’m coming off as just incredibly ungrateful. I’m not. Or at least I don’t mean to be. It just feels like everything I knew before has changed. Nothing is the same. My family, my world, my home. It’s all new and I’m left wondering where I fit in. Where is my place now? I don’t know anymore. I’m not even sure that I know who I am without the world I was raised in.

Chapter Two

Adelaide

Y ou were cheery today , Christian comments as he slides into bed next to me. It was nice, seeing you like that, I mean.

My big brother is home, I say with a shrug, falling back onto my pillow. It feels...good. I’ve missed him.

Mattia and I were extremely close growing up. Father was always busy and mother just didn’t bother. Mattia was there. He spent time with me and played with me. I was still young when he was locked away and losing him gutted me. Then my father forbade any contact with him, saying that Mattia needed to ‘learn his lesson’. His lesson was being completely outcasted from the family. Financial support was cut off, no contact from the outside world and our father made sure he stayed locked away for far longer than he should’ve. Finally, I convinced him to file an appeal. That’s how we got where we are now. He’s home.

I know, Christian says, reaching out to stroke his fingers through my hair. It’s good to see you happy, Ads. Really. So, where does he go from here?

Christian and I both like to have plans. It’s something that we both share. The only difference is that I’m usually the one putting the plans into place. He’s happy to follow...most of the time.

I guess...I guess we help him build a new life, right? Get a job, find a home, all of that. But he stays here until then, right?

That was the agreement. He nods. Adelaide, how are we supposed to help him build a new life? He doesn’t...he doesn’t know anything but how the two of you were raised.

I’ve thought of that too. I just don’t want to admit to it. Mattia, like me, was raised to assume he was going to take over for my father. Be the leader of the Mansolillo family. Every step we took was to become better suited for that role. We didn’t need to know anything else. Except it’s all gone. I took all of that from us.

I don’t think I regret it. Not really. It’s just...sometimes...never mind that.

I turn my focus back to Christian. I turned around, right? I shrug.

It’s a little different. You had a baby. You have me. You don’t need to work or –

I cut him off there. Yes, Christian. I’m aware you pay for everything. Thank you for reminding me, I snap, and I know that I shouldn’t. I know that that’s not what Christian was getting at. Doesn’t matter though because that’s how it feels. I depend on him for everything. Getting a job is hard when you have no skills that translate to workforce experience. What am I supposed to list on a resume? ‘Hired hitmen, organized the downfall of other families’? For some reason, that doesn’t seem like it’ll get me a very well-paying job.

I hate depending on Christian. I hate knowing that if this somehow falls apart, Kara will immediately be his because I have nothing. Because my face is associated with all the dirty things that my father’s responsible for. It doesn’t matter that I testified. It doesn’t matter that in the end, I wasn’t loyal to the man who raised me. What matters is that I gave up everything.

Adelaide, he says my name softly, reaching out for me.

I don’t want to talk. We’ve had this fight so many times now. I know it’s stupid. It’s me assuming the worst of Christian. Like he’s going to get tired of me and kick me to the curb. It’s my anxiety, my need to control everything around me. It’s also an utter sense of hopelessness. That I can’t take care of myself or my daughter and it sucks. It sucks more than I’ll ever be able to describe.

I reach over and turn off my lamp, making myself comfortable in bed. I know I’m not going to sleep. I’m going to lay here, figuring out my next step, figuring out how I turn all of this around. I’m not unhappy. I don’t have a miserable life. There’s just an emptiness that I don’t know how to fill. How am I supposed to change any of this when the only thing I know is something that I can’t do?

I DON’T SEE MATTIA until Christian leaves for work the next morning. Things are tense between the two of them. It leaves me in an awkward position. Kind of like the mediator between the two of them when all I want to do is tell them to get over themselves. Men and their egos. It’s why they always seem to flounder in positions of power.

He comes out of the guestroom, rubbing his eyes. Coffee? he asks.

I gesture toward the counter. Make a cup. Sugar is in the bowl; milk is in the fridge.

Aren’t you playing housewife? Shouldn’t you make my coffee for me? he asks. There’s an annoying smirk on his lips. Just like a damned brother. Years apart and he still knows how to get underneath my skin.

I pick up the plastic silverware that was left on the table from the takeout that we got the other night and toss it at Mattia. He dodges and it hits the floor. Not funny, I scoff.

Did I hit a sore spot, Ads? he asks, already knowing that he did.

I don’t want to talk about it.

Mattia walks to the counter, finds a mug in the cabinet, and starts to make his coffee. Really? Not even to your favorite brother?

"Remember that dog we had growing up? Moe? Yeah, he was my favorite brother. You’re just the one that’s still alive."

He snorts, shaking his head. Never change, Adelaide. Never change. I was just offering my services. You know, since I’m not currently doing anything else with my life.

You need to fill out job applications. It’s part of your parole.

Thanks. Totally forgot that part.

I roll my eyes at his sarcasm before going back to my coffee. Silence washes over the kitchen as Mattia makes his coffee, then he comes to sit at the table with me. The silence doesn’t last long. It never does with Mattia. He’s chatty.

So, how bored are you, Adelaide? he asks, and I know that question is loaded. It has the potential to get me in a world of trouble.

Even knowing that I don’t know why I answer: So bored.

Chapter Three

Mattia

Iknow my sister. Probably better than she knows herself. I know that this isn’t how she imagined her life. I’m sure she’s happy. On the surface level. She loves Christian. She loves her daughter. She’d do anything for either of them. But I know she’s got to be so terribly bored of this life. I know she wants more . This is Adelaide. She’s always been determined and I don’t think that all died when she made her choice.

She says she’s bored and that’s all I need to know. I bring my mug up to my lips, take a sip from it, and let that sit in the air for a moment. I know a way you could fix your boredom, I say as casually as possible. I don’t need to elaborate. At least not yet. Adelaide will know what I’m getting at.

I watch her face closely, watch those dark eyes that mirror mine realize what I’m getting at. No, she says after a beat, shaking her head. I can’t. You know I gave all of that up, Mattia. Then she points her finger at me. "You can’t even be thinking about that. You’re on parole."

I shrug a shoulder. It’s what I know best, Ads. I don’t think a normal life is for me. I don’t think it’s for you either. I mean, do you really see me becoming a used car salesman or something? It’s not in the cards. This is something we both know, something that we’re good at. Why give it up?

Mattia, her tone is low, warning.

But I can see it. As much as Adelaide wants to reject everything that she used to be, everything that she was