Reluctant Heir (Mafia Princess Book 1) by CM Wondrak

Author:CM Wondrak [Wondrak, CM]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2022-03-31T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven – Luca

My father thought it was a good idea to invite some of the Black Hand to my party. Really, he just wanted me to get on the good side of the members that were closest to my age, while he schmoozed it up with the others. I couldn’t tell him no, so I had to invite them.

I had a bit of help getting everything set up. I chose a nice, secluded area out of Cypress. It was obviously a clearing where people camped or something, but no one was here currently. We set up a big bonfire, along with a few tables that would hold the drinks and some snacks. Nothing too fancy. This was just a little party, after all. Nothing like that stupid ball my father brought me to before.

Although, I couldn’t complain too much about that. It’s where I met the girl that I couldn’t stop thinking about: Giselle Santos, Miguel Santos’s chosen heir. His only child, too. He didn’t have a wife or any sons, not that I knew of, so she was it.

And she was nothing at all like I expected. Different from the others. I couldn’t shake the image of her in that white dress out of my head. Wearing white to a Black Hand event—not something I thought I’d see. A way to stand out, for sure.

She was supposed to come tonight, and I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to see her again. Tonight would be more laid back, all about us heirs getting to know each other. And the younger Black Hand members, if they chose to come.

I didn’t want to invite the younger heirs, the ones who were under eighteen, but I figured it would seem like I was favoring a few over the others, and needless to say that would be bad. Didn’t want to paint any extra targets on my and my father’s back. Or my mother’s, even though she was back at home, too ill to come with us during this… uh, competition. Not sure if that was the best word for it, but that’s kind of what it was.

We weren’t supposed to kill each other. That was rule number one. No killing, no secret assassinations; from what my father had said, Atticus Jameson made sure that had been hammered into his head during every meeting. The Black Hand played dirty, but not with each other. It was kind of a weird situation we were all in; in a way, we were each a part of the Black Hand right now—and we would remain that way until the new member was officially chosen.

Then all bets were off. The gloves, so to speak, would come off, and surely there would be some repercussions that involved a death or two. Anyone stupid enough to risk having the entire Black Hand’s wrath turned upon them deserved whatever they got. I hoped my father wouldn’t be dumb enough to try something if he lost the position and wasn’t named the new member.

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