There’s always a price to pay when you’re loved by a man like Nicoli Del Rossa.
His Queen, an all-new dark, forbidden, mafia romance and second book in the Dark Sovereign Underboss Series from International bestselling author Bella J is available now!
I knew loving him would be my downfall.
I just didn’t think it would happen so soon.
There’s always a price to pay when you’re loved by a man like Nicoli Del Rossa.
He’s my king. The captor of my heart.
But with the Dark Sovereign empire comes savage enemies thirsting for bloodshed, and when a mafia war is raging, buried secrets are brought to the surface.
While my husband does everything to protect me, I start to see the cracks in his truth. The lies, the deception, it begins to unfold, and I no longer know who I can trust.
But all it takes is one night apart.
One night of living in the dark.
One night…and I remember everything.
Now, I’m no longer the woman he married. I’m no longer his hummingbird with a white lace ribbon in her hair. Instead, I’m a shattered soul grappling with haunting recollections, and no one can save me.
Not even him.
Renee’s Five Star Review I received a copy of this book from the publisher/author to review for Stephanie’s Book Reports.
This is the second book in the Dark Sovereign Underboss Series. It is the continuation of Nicoli and Mirabella. You will need to read the first book Nicoli before you read this book. When we left Nicoli and Mirablla and they are learning to live without and quickly learn they can’t live without each other. However this is a enemy afoot and he is a nasty one. Finally being able to go to Club Myth because Mirabella really wanted to but she never makes it in the door before things get crazy with Nunzio. Nicoli isn’t having anything he is putting down and Alexius has to step in. They have to be smart because they don’t want to be in the middle of a war. One that they started. After all when you’re a DelRossa you’re going to have enemies and Nicoli isn’t about to let anything happen to Mirabella. I loved how we got to see their relationship grow and flourish. She gives as good as she gets and I loved that in the first book but in this one I think Nicoli knows that he has a strong fierce independent wife that wants to do something in her life besides be a Del Rossa wife. Secrets are about to come to light and things get crazy. I think I held my breath and was actually afraid to turn the pages the further I got in the book. If you have triggers while reading darker books I should tell you now that you need to heed the warnings for this book because it takes a turn and it absolutely will be triggering for some readers. On the edge of my seat and scared to death I got through it and now, well now I want so many things to happen. I devoured this book. I loved the moments that melted my heart. I fell further in love with these characters. I smiled a lot reading this book and I was for sure in my zen reading phase until the rug got jerked slap out from under me hard!!! Secrets will be revealed and you will learn things in this book you won’t see coming. Now I sit and wait for the third book. I am telling you that that time can’t get her fast enough. I need it like I need my next breath.
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Vengeance. Some say it’s cold. But me? I say it’s warm. Thick. It’s like blood. It becomes you, and you become it. Vengeance can easily become a reason for living. It can also be the death of those who refuse to let go of it. It may not be fair or kind, but it will find a way to prevail. With my glare fixed on Nunzio, all I think about is how his family wronged my wife by murdering her parents, how they left two children orphaned, alone, and a four-year-old girl scarred for life because she watched her mother die. My father was wrong not to retaliate while Tirelli blood was still fresh on Ferrero hands. We should have acted then. Our family should have done something then. If we had, the series of events that followed would never have happened. That fateful night when Mirabella was taken from me by a secret I vowed to keep would never have occurred if revenge had been taken against those responsible at the right fucking time. It’s now several years later, and there is nothing I want to do more than shoot this motherfucker standing in front of me. I want the lead of my bullet to crack open his skull. I want to watch the blood ooze from the wound and seep through the asphalt of Club Myth’s parking lot. That way, I can walk by it every fucking day and be gloriously reminded of how I sent this asshole to hell. If it weren’t for Mirabella standing behind me, her fingers pressed against my back, I’d probably do it. I’d shoot him, and I won’t give a shit if his wall of muscle takes me down after. I’d die a happy man knowing I’m going down to hell to watch Nunzio fucking Ferrero burn for eternity. God, it was a stupid idea to bring Mirabella to Club Myth. I should have known better than to cave to pressure. However, with Alexius determined to have me and Mirabella front and center of this family while he and Leandra take a break from social engagements, he was all too eager for me to bring her here when she practically shouted from the top of the stairs that she wants to come to our family-owned sex club. Now look where we are, in Myth’s parking lot and in the middle of a situation that has the potential to turn into a clusterfucked bloodbath. “Not with her here,” Maximo warns, reminding me through the red haze that Mira is standing behind me. “Take her home. Now.” Nunzio smirks. “I’d listen to your bodyguard here. This is no place for a beauty like her.” “Fuck you, Ferrero,” I spit out. “Do not mistake me for my brother. Not only do I lack constraint, but I don’t give a fuck, either. I would gladly aim my gun at your throat and blow it out the back of your goddamn neck, right here, right now, without so much as blinking.” “Right here, right now, you say?” He places his hands in his pants pockets, his calm and collected demeanor grating down my spine like a jagged-edged knife. “You’ll kill a man in cold blood in front of your wife?” He glances hungrily at Mira. “Who looks ravishing in that stunning lace dress. Red is definitely your color, sweet pea,” he says to Mirabella, and I swear to God his words inject me with a kind of rage that has the power to burn cities to the ground. But the way he smacks his lips together as if he can already taste her gets me. And with a growl, I pull out my gun and point the nuzzle at his forehead within zero-point-five fucking seconds—two breaths before Nunzio’s wolves have their pistols pointing at me. “What are you going to do, Del Rossa? Kill an unarmed man right here on your club’s motherfucking doorstep?” “Tempting.” “What would your clientele think of that? The twin brother of the Del Rossa king killing one of his brother’s guests without provocation?” “Provocation? You breathing is provocation enough.” I’m biting my bottom lip, my finger starting to squeeze the trigger, when Alexius’car pulls up with a screeching halt, his headlights casting us in an ominous glow against the dark. “Maximo, take your sister to the car. Now,” I order, and Mira’s fingers dig into my back before her curses start flying around as her brother hauls her back to the car. “Nicoli!” My brother’s voice booms through the night as he leaps from his car. “Stop this shit right now!” “No can do, brother.” “Nicoli, put your goddamn gun away,” he demands. Nunzio lifts a brow. “You should listen to your brother.” “I don’t have to do shit. What I want to do is shoot you in the throat and watch it explode out the back of your neck.” “Nicoli, in God’s name. You’re giving him what he wants.” “If giving him a bullet to the brain is what he wants, I’ll gladly oblige.” Nunzio merely smirks at me. The bastard isn’t fazed at all by having a gun pointed at his ugly motherfucking face. I wonder if his lips would still be eerily curled up at the edges when he’s dead. Alexius walks right up, putting himself between Nunzio and me, but I don’t lower my weapon. His blue eyes shimmer like fucking rhinestones, and I’m tempted to call him a pussy for wanting to stop me from sending this Ferrero fucker to hell, but even I know name-calling won’t help the situation. “Get out of my way, Alexius.” “Lower you goddamn gun, man.” “No,” Nunzio interrupts. “Please, keep it aimed at me until someone walks out of that club. I’d love to have a witness who can spread the word of your hostility toward a man who has offered nothing but peace between our families even after you killed his cousin.” “Who attempted to rape my wife!”I clench my jaw, pressing down harder on the trigger. Just the thought of Felix’s brain splattered all over the fucking parking lot motivates me to not give a fuck what my brother says and just shoot this asshole. “This is exactly what he wants, Nicoli. He wants you to fuck up so he’s no longer in our debt. Don’t you see that?” “I don’t give a shit.” “You should! You should give a shit because if you do something stupid here, every one of us will be caught up in this war, including her!” Alexius points over my shoulder at Mirabella, and it’s like ice gets dumped all over my fucking face. “Now, take your wife and go home. I’ll deal with this.” I glare at my brother. “Fine,” I concede with a sneer and pull Mirabella closer, tucking her against me. “Just know that I don’t particularly like you right now, brother.” “Why? Because you know I’m right?” “Yes.” I spit out the word like it’s a razor blade. “And I really, really, reeeeeally want to kill this bastard.” I shoot Nunzio a warning stare, and the fucker simply smirks. But I see it. I see the disappointment in his eyes. Alexius is right. Nunzio wants us to fuck up so he no longer has to lick our asses. “One day,” I mutter at him, a threat and a promise all rolled into one. One day…I will kill that motherfucker.Learn more about Bella J and her releases by visiting her websites:
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