HOPE BONNARRO
She is the daughter of the most influential Capo of the Bianchi Mafia, the organization that rules the American underworld. She grew up following three rules: she cannot fall in love, marry, or draw attention. In exchange, she was granted the freedom to study Medicine at university. An attack on the convoy that protects her puts Hope’s life in danger when her brother is seriously injured and her father is unable to rescue her.

MICHAEL BIANCHI
He is the next Boss and needs an alliance with Capo Bonnarro. When the opportunity arises, he makes an offer: he will rescue Hope in exchange for her hand in marriage. With no other option, Bartolomeu Bonnarro agrees to the deal.
Michael skillfully rescues his future bride and takes her to the safety of his territory, keeping the marriage arrangement secret at Bartolomeu’s request.

Hope knows Michael is hiding something from her, and while trying to uphold the promises she made to her family—hiding the terrible secrets that could destroy the Bonnarros—she must deal with Michael Bianchi’s irresistible charm and dark humor. A seductive man who has no intention of waiting for Bartolomeu to tell his daughter the truth before tasting his bride’s sweet lips.

Amid secrets, fights, seduction, mysteries, and the slow building of a relationship that could turn into something more, the enemies pursuing Hope do not rest.
Michael Bianchi is willing to sweep across the country, destroying anyone who dares lay a hand on his bride, for Hope Bonnarro is untouchable to the world—and belongs only to him.



THE MAFIOSO’S BRIDE

Hope Bonnarro Part 2

"I think they’re your size."
Emily places a Gucci bag on the bed. I open it, finding a black lace lingerie set, a beige long-sleeved blouse, and a strappy dress with a square neckline.
"Close the door," I ask her, holding the edge of the hospital gown as I pull it up.
My breasts are exposed, and ...

"I think they’re your size."

Emily places a Gucci bag on the bed. I open it, finding a black lace lingerie set, a beige long-sleeved blouse, and a strappy dress with a square neckline.

"Close the door," I ask her, holding the edge of the hospital gown as I pull it up.

My breasts are exposed, and ...