Mafia King (Branded Series)

He’s next in line to RULE the Irish Mafia. She’s off limits, an outsider. But, when trouble lands her at his feet, he takes the opportunity to have what he truly wants—her.

Jack

I’m the son of Liam O’Reagan, next in line to wear the crown.

And when I prove myself worthy, I will RULE over the Irish Mafia.

I don’t have time for distractions—much less time for a woman who has always been the bane of my existence.

When Maeve comes back into my life, I fight like hell to resist the pull she has on me.
An attraction that has only grown stronger with time.
But, when trouble lands her at my feet, I take the opportunity to have what I truly want.
I offer her a deal.
I’ll help her, but the cost will be one night in my bed.
One night of submission.
One night to have her completely at my mercy.
If only I had known my battle with Maeve would start a war.

Maeve

Jack is the only one who can help me.
Too bad, he hates me.
But I have no choice but to go to him.
It turns out, hate is a powerful motivator, and I just handed him a way to punish me.
He offers me his help—for a price.
Everything in his world has a price.
One night in his bed.
He’s everything a woman would want, so this should be easy.
Only, I’m a virgin, and he terrifies me.
I should run, but I won’t.
I can’t.
I just pray this one night doesn’t destroy us both.

“Mafia Prince” is the first book in the Young Irish Rebel Series. It is a Dark Mafia Enemies to Lovers Romance, complete with HEA and no cliffhangers.

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The air is too thin. I can’t breathe. It’s like a swollen storm that’s all caught up inside me—rose-red blood blossoms on my once-white wedding dress.

My fingers play along the destructive substance as I drag air painfully into my lungs. The dress had been designed just for me. Every inch of the trim was done in lace, each stitch done by hand. It was truly a masterpiece—smashed to pieces.

The room tilts, and I dig my hands deeper into the soft fabric to keep myself balanced on the small navy stool. I focus on the white piano in front of me, the cover open, the stool at an angle like it’s waiting to be played.

My vision blurs. I close my eyes and drag another breath in; it hitches on a sob I can’t hold back any longer.

It’s their screams and panic that still pierce my mind—hundreds of people fighting to climb over each other, love flying out the window. Protection didn’t exist in that moment, as each person fought for their own safety.

Yet all the while, he stood at the altar, staring at me. Knowing who was behind this.

It’s the look of absolute betrayal in Shay’s eyes that I will never forget.

Bending my head, I press my lips together so the scream doesn’t erupt from me. He hadn’t run like everyone else; he didn’t dive to the ground. Instead, he stood before me in his dark suit, looking like a king who had just climbed off his horse, only to realize there was nothing left here for him to rule.

Footsteps pound along the wooden corridor, and I tuck my head deeper into my chest. Keep running. Check other rooms. I’m not here.

My memory is filled with brown eyes widening before narrowing, while guns unleashed countless rounds of ammunition. Hysteria reached its peak as everyone scrambled across church pews. Large golden candle holders collided with marble. The impact rattled the ground—but nothing rattled me like Shay.

Another sob rips from me. I slip from the stool, hands meeting the dark wooden floor. My polished nails drag along it as my mind grows frantic, replaying the pain in Shay’s eyes. He was no longer a god with a shield around him. No—he became a man of flesh and bone.

The moment he hit the ground, I knew the game was over.

I push my nails deeper into the floor until they bend and threaten to snap.

Right now, as I sob on the ground, one thought races through my mind:

What have you done, Noel?

What have I done?