New York Princess I’d been called that damn name since the moment I was born into the Capelli family. Only, I’m not much of a princess per se, I’m more of a devil decorated with a crown. I smile when I’m supposed to. I snark when I’m asked for my opinion. And I do as my papa asks. To an extent. You see, my papa, the notorious New York Mob Boss, is a man most people fear. In a world where power is life, and death is the only way out, I’m merely a pawn between the two. Papa promised me to Milan D’Amico, the heir to the New Jersey Outfit. Traditions need to be adhered to, and rules must not be broken. Only, I don’t take too well to being ordered to sign my life to an enemy. I will not be chained to him in glittering diamonds and burnished gold, until death do us part. I am Maya Capelli, and the blood that runs through my veins will not be tainted. Vengeance and bloodshed are what I offer my prospective husband. Our fates will never be entwined, and our fractured fairy tale will end in tragedy.