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Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86883 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 348(@250wpm)___ 290(@300wpm)

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Massimo De Kysa.
The man who stole my first kiss.
And now my boss.

I learned early how life can turn on a dime.
That’s how it is when you grow up as a mafia princess.
One minute you’re rich, spoilt, and betrothed to the most revered man in the city—the next your broke and selling your designer bags so you can eat.

But I’m not the kind of girl who gives up without a fight.
And when someone steals everything from me I’m not afraid to turn to the enemy for help.

He’s a De Kysa. I’m a Bamcorda.
Two rival families from the East Coast.
But it wasn’t always that way.
A year ago, he stole my first kiss and gave me a night to remember.

Since then, he’s changed.
Now he’s a powerful don with the presence of an approaching storm.

He agrees to help me hunt down who stole my inheritance.
But everything comes with a price, especially when you strike a deal with the devil.

Will trusting the enemy get my life back, or will it cost me everything?

The Devil’s Lair is book 2 in the De Kysa Mafia series. Expect off-the-charts chemistry, Cinderella moments, a plot twist of all plot twists, and all the delectable heat of a mafia romance. For readers 18+. See author’s note for trigger warnings.

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1

BIANCA

Nine.

That’s how many funerals I’ve attended in the last few weeks.

Nine men who died for the Bamcorda name. But none of them hit me as hard as this one.

I squeeze my eyes shut to keep my anger in check.

When I open them again, they focus on the man in the coffin in front of me.

Luca Bamcorda.

My father.

He lies stone-cold amongst a sea of white satin, his hands folded on his chest, his face pasty white. His thick hair is stiff with spray, and caked makeup barely conceals the bullet wound in his forehead.

A bullet courtesy of Don Nico De Kysa.

Hatred swirls in my blood and heats my veins when I think about the ruthless don.

His reign over this land has destroyed my family.

I glance over my shoulder at the poor showing of guests. When my father kidnapped Don De Kysa’s wife, he did so without the permission of the families we were allied with, and when the De Kysa came looking for retribution afterward, our allies were quick to abandon us. They stepped back with their hands in the air and insisted they were never involved.

Now, they’ve disappeared into the shadows like the fair-weather assholes they are.

I turn away from the empty room to look at my father again. The mortician did his best to cover the bullet wound in his head, but no amount of makeup is going to hide the truth.

Not that anyone is here to goddamn see it.

Feeling a presence behind me, I turn around.

Tony Vinocelli, my father’s consigliere, and his two sons, Giulio and Fausto, have entered the room.

Somewhere in the cold corner of my hardened heart, a small flame of hope and relief bursts to life. They care. Tears burn at the back of my eyes, because I didn’t realize just how much I needed to know that today.

Tony takes my hands and gives me a respectful nod. “I’m sorry for your loss, Bianca.”

“Thank you,” I say, needing desperately to cry but holding back because a little voice inside me tells me to.

I want to ask him where he has been for the last week. Where were his sons? Where was anybody?

“There is much we need to talk about,” I say to Tony.

I notice Giulio and Fausto give each other an awkward glance and feel a tightening in my gut.

“Forgive me, Bianca, but today is perhaps best left to mourn the dead,” Tony says.

“Of course. Perhaps later we can discuss how to move forward,” I reply.

“Move forward?”

“With a retaliation.”

Again, Giulio and Fausto share a look.

Tony folds his hands in front of him. “There is no moving forward. No retaliation. It’s over.”

“Over? My father is dead—”

“And this is his farewell.” Tony takes my hand again. “And our farewell to you.”

A cold trickle makes its way down my spine.

They’re not here to support me while I bury my father.

They’re here to sever ties.

The realization is crushing.

But I don’t react.

I won’t give them the satisfaction.

He is just like the others.

Scurrying away like a frightened little mouse.

“Then you’d better go,” I say sharply.

He can’t get out of there fast enough, and with growing resentment, I watch the three of them walk away without so much as a glance back.

Rat bastards. They’re fleeing the sinking ship along with everyone else.

When they disappear through the doors, I feel a wave of anger roll over me. Seeing the empty pews makes my heart hurt even more than it did before, and I look away; my father would be humiliated.

I lift my chin and reach for my papa’s hands but recoil at the icy feel of his skin.

There is no coldness like the coldness of death—something I learned at an early age.

Ten years ago, I stood on this very spot and looked down at my mother’s lifeless body, and when I touched her cold hand, I’d felt the icy pain of death slide through me.

Now it’s cutting me to the bone once again.

Someone steps beside me. Harrison Tork, my father’s accountant and trusted confidant. “It’s time to go, Bianca. There is a car waiting.”

No one else is here but the accountant.

He arranged all of this.

When everyone else fled, he hung around.

Which is to be expected.

Because when everything else is gone, money talks.

2

BIANCA

Three weeks later

“It sounds like you had a horrible time,” Lilah says, taking a sip of chardonnay. “I’m sorry I couldn’t be there, but Andrey was insistent we still took the trip to Europe.”

“And you know I wanted to be there, but I just couldn’t get away,” my other friend Angelica says, also taking a sip from her wine glass.

Its lunchtime and we’re dining at Sage Sprig, a restaurant on the waterfront.

“If I had been able to get off work I would’ve been there in a heartbeat,” Jules, my other best friend, says. “But you know how demanding my job can be at times.”

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The Devil’s Den (De Kysa Mafia #1) Read Online Penny Dee http://www.ilovenovels.com/the-devils-den-de-kysa-mafia-1-read-online-penny-dee Mon, 01 May 2023 20:22:39 +0000 http://www.booksnovels.com/the-devils-den-de-kysa-mafia-1-read-online-penny-dee Genre: Contemporary, Dark, Mafia Authors: Penny Dee Series: De Kysa Mafia Series by Penny Dee
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Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 103124 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 516(@200wpm)___ 412(@250wpm)___ 344(@300wpm)

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Nico De Kysa.
Cold. Detached. Ruthless.
And my new husband.

I didn’t want to marry the despicable mafia don.
But my father made a deal with the devil and lucky me, I’m the currency.

If I leave…
He’ll destroy my father’s fortune.

But if I stay…
He’ll obliterate my heart.

Because in this union, the lines between love and hate are blurred.
So blurred.

He’s a cold-blooded monster with ice in his veins and frost in his heart.
But in bed, Nico De Kysa burns like wildfire.
And in the heat of the night, I begin to forget why I hate the mobster.

I’m trapped in a world I despise.
With a man too wicked to fall for.
Yet, I can’t leave.

Maybe if I knew what was coming it would be easier to run.

The Devil’s Den is book 1 in the De Kysa Mafia series. A scorching hot enemies-to-lovers romance with tension-filled banter and sizzling chemistry. Expect ‘touch her and die’ vibes, forced proximity, and all the deliciousness of a mafia romance. For readers 18+. Please read author’s note for trigger warnings.

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PROLOGUE

“You can’t do this to me!” I cry.

I look at my father sitting behind his vast desk looking so calm and collected as he rips my world from under me, and I feel utterly hopeless.

“I can, and I am,” he says calmly. “You will leave for New York tomorrow.”

“This isn’t fair.”

“Life isn’t fair, Bella.”

“You think I don’t know that? I lost them too.”

My father stands. He doesn’t like me bringing it up. What happened that night only six months ago tore our family apart and left me without a mother or any siblings. It stole his wife and two sons from him. It blew our family apart.

“We’re moving to America, and that is that. New York will be home from now on.” He walks around the desk to the drink cart and reaches for the bottle of grappa. “Alberto will chaperone you, and you will finish your school year at one of New York’s finest schools. I will follow in a few weeks once I have wrapped things up here.”

“I lose my mother and brothers less than six months ago, and now I’m losing my father and everything I’ve known too?”

“You need a fresh start. We need a fresh start. This is it.”

“No.”

My father looks up from pouring his drink. “No?”

“I won’t go.” I cross my arms over my chest. “I’ll be eighteen soon enough, and you won’t be able to tell me what to do anymore.”

“You’re sixteen—”

“And a half.”

He replaces the cap on the grappa and turns to fully face me. “This isn’t up for negotiation, Bella. You will do as I say, or I will make you. Do you understand me?”

My father doesn’t make idle threats. If someone doesn’t do as he says, he shoots them. Or he has Alberto, his right-hand man, do it for him. Or so the rumors go. I’ve never seen them do anything like that, but I’m not stupid enough to think it doesn’t happen. Not when you’re Mafia like he is.

Not that either of them would ever hurt me.

I am the apple in my father’s eye, and Alberto loves me like a daughter.

His phone buzzes and briefly distracts him when he sees someone’s name on the screen. But he ignores it and refocuses on me. “We have outgrown Italy and have new interests to pursue in New York City. It’s time to move forward.”

“My life is here. My friends are here.” I suddenly feel desperate when I think about all the things I’ll be leaving behind. Who I’ll be leaving behind. “You can’t ask me to give it all up.”

“I’m not asking, Bella.”

Again, his phone buzzes. Again, he ignores it.

“You can’t stop me from seeing him.”

Him being Domenico De Kysa. The boy I was born to love. Son to Gio De Kysa, my father’s best friend and don to the De Kysa. We were both born on the same day. Raised side by side by our mothers who were best friends. We were raised to be betrothed. The perfect union of the two houses.

My father taking me away from all of that to move to America doesn’t make sense.

Again, his phone lights up with a call. This time, I see the name. Mari. A woman.

“Who is Mari? Why aren’t you answering her?”

For a split second, I see the unease on his handsome face. It’s not there long, but long enough to ignite my next question.

“Are you seeing someone?” I ask, my voice raised. “Mom hasn’t even been gone six months!”

“Bella—”

“Who is she? Is she the reason you’re sending me to live nine hours away? You want to spend time with her without your daughter around—wait, Mari, as in Marianne De Kysa?” The realization rumbles through me, and I take a step back. “Why would Marianne De Kysa be so anxious to talk to you?”

Marianne is Nico’s mother. Wife to my father’s best friend.

“Many things are in play here that you don’t understand, and I will not explain them to my sixteen-year-old daughter.”

“Oh my God, are you having an affair with her?”

Mafia wives don’t call their husband’s best friend repeatedly.

My father’s intimidating voice cuts me off. “Go to your goddamn room, Bella, and don’t come out. You’ve got some packing to do, and I don’t want to see your face until morning.”

I escape out my bedroom window and bolt across the immaculate lawns of the sprawling estate. Moonlight guides my way as I sneak through the apple orchards and along the row of olive trees toward the stables at the edge of the property. The little glow coming from inside tells me Nico already waits for me.

Nico.

Just the thought of him sends butterflies loose in my stomach.

“Bella.” My name rolls off his tongue as I launch myself at him and bury my face into his neck.

“He’s sending me away, Nico. He wants to keep us apart.”

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