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Boss
A Dark Mafia Arranged Marriage Romance (King of the Mafia Book Three)
Ivy Davis
Copyright © 2026 by Ivy Davis
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Contents
1. Chapter One
2. Chapter Two
3. Chapter Three
4. Chapter Four
5. Chapter Five
6. Chapter Six
7. Chapter Seven
8. Chapter Eight
9. Chapter Nine
10. Chapter Ten
11. Chapter Eleven
12. Chapter Twelve
13. Chapter Thirteen
14. Chapter Fourteen
15. Chapter Fifteen
16. Chapter Sixteen
17. Chapter Seventeen
18. Chapter Eighteen
19. Chapter Nineteen
20. Chapter Twenty
Bonus Content
Chapter One
Kira
Ilive for having fun.
Too bad I’m stuck inside my room because my father found out I had been sneaking off to clubs for the past couple of years. Even though I’m twenty now, he still treats me like a child.
It was great when he spoiled me and didn’t realize I had a ‘bad side’ to me. But ever since he found out, I’ve been grounded.
And when you’re grounded by a man who works for the Bratva, grounded really means you have guards watching your every move so you can’t sneak out.
“But Daddy,” I say, giving him a hug from behind as he eats breakfast at the kitchen table. Our maid, Sally, hands my father a plate of bacon, even though he already has one right in front of him. His belly is getting larger by the day and it’s been worrying me. My father might be strict but I don’t want him to die too young. “It was a mistake. I didn’t mean to go to that party. You have to forgive me. It’s been weeks now and you’ve been cold to me.”
He shifts away from me. “Kira, we’ve been over this. You snuck out to a party at my enemies house. Enzo Bianchi is a dangerous man. He’s a high ranking mafia member. He could have hurt you.”
“But he didn’t even know who I was. I didn’t even meet him. I wouldn’t even know what he looks like. Daddy, please. It was an accident. Don’t be mad at me.”
“Maksim told me that you got drunk.”
“Maksim wasn’t even there.”
“No, but his wife, Natasha was. And she told him that you got drunk. I don’t want my daughter acting this way. Sneaking out to parties. Getting drunk. You’re supposed to be my good girl. You’re not supposed to be acting like this.”
I slump in the seat across from him with a dramatic sigh. “Daddy, I’m an adult now. You can’t expect me to be a child forever.”
He opens up the newspaper – which he still gets in print despite it being archaic now – and grumbles, “Kira, you are my daughter. I expect you to be perfect. It’s not a good look for my daughter to be running around town, making a fool out of herself. You will be married to a mafia man someday. He won’t like it if your reputation is ruined.”
“But I’m still a virgin.” Whenever I would go to parties, it was just to drink and dance. I knew the consequences of getting with a man so I never did it. I may be a little reckless but I’m not stupid. My father would kill me if I got pregnant out of wedlock.
He gives me a questioning look. “I hope that’s true. Because… because something is going to happen soon.”
My spine stiffens. “What?”
“You know our family is at war with Enzo Bianchi.”
“Of course. He shot my brother in the back.” Maksim was trying to save his wife, Natasha, from Enzo and got hurt in the process. Fortunately, he’s ok but I know his pride was hurt. Enzo was left alive because killing him would cause more harm than good. That’s all I was told.
“Nikolai is in talks with him about making a peace deal.”
“That’s good then.”
“In theory, yes. But not in reality.”
“What do you mean?”
He shakes his head. “I’ll tell you later when the plans are finalized. Right now, you don’t need to worry. Just stay out of trouble, Kira. Go back to your room and spend your day entertaining yourself.”
“But I hate to read,” I whine. “And watching TV all day is boring. What’s there to do here all by myself?”
“You should have asked yourself that before you snuck out to a party at Enzo’s house.”
That was weeks ago and I didn’t know who’s house it was. I never even laid eyes on Enzo. My dad is punishing me for no reason.
“Fine,” I grumble, leaving the kitchen. I’m not going to get anywhere with him. But I can’t stay cooped up inside all day. It’s going to drive me insane.
I play the good daughter while my father is at home but the moment he leaves for work, I decide I’m going to leave. It’s just a matter of getting past the guard, Jason, out front. He’s as strict as my father is.
My father has cameras installed around the outside of the property but I’ve snuck past them enough times to know which areas to avoid. Getting outside is the easy part. I scale down the lattice outside my bedroom window and keep close to the wall. Then I ease around to the front of the house. In the past, I would run down the driveway in a section where the cameras can’t see but with Jason guarding the front, it’s going to be harder.
I need him to look away long enough so I can run past him.
I pick up a rock from the side of the house and toss it across the driveway. Jason turns to the sound and I take off running.
But I’m not fast enough.
“Kira!” Jason shouts.
A look back shows that he’s coming after me. With a curse, I pick up my speed. I had the good sense to wear flats today. Sure, heels are cuter but they’re a bitch to run in.
My blonde hair flies into my face and I push it back with an exasperated sigh. I just need to get away in time but Jason is almost upon me.
He grabs me around the waist the moment I reach the sidewalk. “Not so fast, Kira. Get back inside. Now.”
That’s when I start to scream. Blood curdling, death-defying, scream. It causes a couple of my neighbors to come outside to investigate the noise.
“This man is hurting me!” I scream.
“Don’t do this,” Jason warns. “Your father will be pissed.”
“He’s hurting me! Please!” I lock eyes with my neighbor, Elizabeth, and she comes rushing over.
“Let the girl go. Now. Or I’m calling the police.”
Jason knows it’s better to not get police involved in our business so he lets me go. “Kira, your father is going to be angry with you.”
“Who cares?” I turn to Elizabeth. “Thank you.” Then I rush past them down the street. Jason doesn’t follow.
I smile to myself. A win is a win. I’m very good at acting. I’ve been acting my entire life with my dad. Pretending to be a good little girl when I’ve always had a rebellious side to me.
What I need is a good dance. And a good drink. I have my fake ID on me that has worked every time.
I choose the first nightclub I come upon. Evening is already approaching and the lines are getting long. The one good thing about New York City is that there’s virtually a nightclub on every corner.
I make it inside within an hour and the deep bass of the music and the smell of sweat and alcohol comforts me. I’m going to have fun tonight.
After ordering a fruity cocktail and practically downing it in one go, I head to the dance floor. I shake and I shimmy and I let myself get lost in the music. Let myself forget about the rigid rules my father has placed on me. Let myself forget that I don’t own my own future. That it’s in the hands of my father and brother.
“You look like you’re having fun,” a man says behind me.
With a gasp, I spin around… only to come face to face with an incredibly handsome man. Like right off the cover of a magazine handsome. Tall and broad shouldered. Dark hair. Five o-clock shadow. Eyes that look like they can see under my clothes.
This man screams danger. He’s the kind of man I always avoid since I’m not here to get raped. I’m here to have fun.
I flip my hair over my shoulder. “So? What’s it to you?”
He smirks. “I was just pointing out that you look like you’re having fun. That’s all.”
“So? Leave me alone. I don’t talk to men like you.”
Instead of leaving me alone, he sidles up closer but doesn’t touch me. Not yet anyway. “Men like me?”
“Clearly dangerous. I can smell it off you.” Since I’ve been surrounded by Bratva men my entire life, I know danger when I see it.
“And that’s a problem?”
“Yes. Because I’m here to dance. Not to flirt. So leave me alone.”
“That’s not anyway to talk to the boss of this nightclub, is it?”
All the air leaves me. Shit. “Sorry. I didn’t know who you were.”
“I guess not everyone does. I’ve never seen you around here before… except, you do look familiar. Like we’ve met before.”
I snort. “In a past life, you mean? You can’t use that line on me. You’re cheesy. And old.”
“I’m not old.”
“Older than me. You have to be… what? Thirty? That’s practically ancient.”
“And you’re a girl who looks to be too young to be in my club. I suggest you leave now.”
“I’m allowed to be here.”
He holds his hand out to me. “Then let me see your ID.”
“Fine.” I’m confident in my fake ID, so I hand it over with no problems. But this man takes one look at it and scoffs.
“It’s a fake.”
“No it’s not.”
“It’s a fake.” He pockets my ID and motions at me. “Come with me. You’re leaving. I don’t sell alcohol to underage girls.”
“I’m twenty. I’ll be twenty-one in no time. I’m not underage.”
“Still too young to drink in my club. I like to hold a respectable establishment.”
“Bullshit. You just want me to go because I called you old.”
“You have an attitude on you. It’s going to get you in trouble one day.”
I place my hands on my hips. “Is that a threat?”
He leans in closer to me, making me catch my breath, but still he doesn’t touch me. “Not yet. But it can be. So I suggest you leave, little girl. I don’t like people causing problems at my club.”
I scoff. “And I don’t like pompous assholes. I’ll go. But not because you told me to. It’s because you’re annoying me.” I storm past him but he grabs my arm. “How dare you!”
“I would suggest you be careful in the future. You never know who you’re going to meet… Kira.”
I gasp. How does this man know who I am? “Who are you?”
“Enzo Bianchi. We’ve never been formally introduced. But ever since your father and Nikolai Volkov came to me to offer your hand in marriage, I made a point of looking into you. And how interesting that you would show up at my club and act this way. It’s ridiculous. I don’t want to marry a woman who acts like a child.”
“Marry? What are you talking about?”
“I take it they didn’t tell you. I would talk to your daddy if I was you.” He finally lets me go and saunters into the crowd. My heart is pounding and my head is swimming. What is going on?
I make it back home to find my father and brother in the living room. They look relieved when they see me but before they can say a word, I speak. “You’re going to marry me to Enzo Bianchi? Your enemy?”
Maksim sighs and bows his head, like he can’t bear to look at me.
My father stands to his full height. “Yes. It’s the only way to keep the peace between our families. Enzo didn’t agree to the deal but he said he’d consider it. If he says yes, then you’ll be married to him.”
The man from the club. The dark, charming, kind of sexy, while also terrifying man from the club… will be my husband?
Before I know what’s happening, a rush of emotion surges through me and I feel faint. Then I fall to the ground and let darkness overtake me.
Chapter Two
Enzo
Ican’t get the beautiful blonde out of my head. Kira Petrov. Gregor Petrov’s daughter. The Bratva.
The woman that Nikolai Volkov, head of the Bratva, wants me to marry so we can make peace.
I lean back in my office chair with a smirk. It’s funny how Nikolai and Gregor and Maksim think I’ll just cave and marry anyone they want. I shot Maksim in the back because it pissed me off that he was going to win. That he was going to make me look like a fool.
And no one makes me look like a fool.
The Italian mafia is doing very well for itself but a war would hurt us. It could make us lose money. Lose men. A marriage alliance with the Bratva would allow me and my men to not always be on our toes. We could relax.
But that would mean having to marry that little wildcard I met at my club. Kira is very sexy, I’ll give her that. Tight body. Nice skin. Bouncy blonde hair. Any man would want her based on her looks.
The problem is: she came to my club and got drunk. I don’t want that in a wife. Not one that could make me look like a fool. She’s trouble, that much is obvious. And I can be the only one in this relationship that causes trouble.
She would be a fun woman to fuck and flirt with but to marry? No. Not after she insulted me. Not after she gave me attitude.
I always expected to marry a woman who was docile. This is the mafia. Arranged marriages for political gain happen all the time. I figured it would happen for me one day. Just not today and not with a woman like Kira.
Yet, I have to think about stopping this war that’s brewing between the Italian mafia and the Bratva. I have my younger sister, Gianna, to think about. She lives with our aunt and uncle in Connecticut. I didn’t want her around New York where things are dangerous. She can live in peace while I take on the brunt force of everything. I doubt she even knows about the war I’m entangled in. The more innocent she is, the better her life will be.
The door to my office opens and in strolls Marco Amato. Wearing a suit that’s almost as good as mine. An attitude that shows he’s arrogant and he doesn’t care who knows it.
He doesn’t sit down in the chair across from me. Instead, he makes a point of towering over me while I’m seated. Fucker. We’ve worked together in the mafia for years but there’s always been tension between us. Just because we’re in the mafia doesn’t mean we all have the same goals.
“I heard that you’re making a marriage pact with the Bratva. Is that true?” His lips barely move as he asks it. Too much Botox in my opinion but Marco will deny it.
“I’m considering it,” I lie. After meeting Kira in person, I know she would drive me up the fucking wall. But I can’t let Marco just storm into my office and act like he can demand what I do or can’t do.
“With the Bratva? What are you bringing our organization to, Enzo? You will bring us to ruin, that’s what.”
I pick up my phone and keep my eyes on it, just to annoy Marco further. “I’m the head of the mafia here in New York. If I want to make a deal with the Bratva, it would benefit us all. You don’t get to talk down to me like this, Marco.”
“You’re just a boy.”
“I’m thirty-one. And you’re only forty, Marco. It’s not like you’re ancient.”
“That’s not the point. You should never have become the boss. It should have been me.”
“Well, thanks for sharing that with me. You can go now.” I wave my hand towards the door. Marco’s lips only turn downward more. So maybe no Botox then.
“Think about what you’re doing. You could get us all hurt if you really think you can trust the fucking Bratva.” As quickly as he stormed into my office, he storms out.
I set my phone down, considering his words. When Nikolai Volkov reached out to me to make a peace deal by marrying Kira Petrov, I considered it. I was almost killed by Nikolai a few weeks ago and yet, he spared my life. He doesn’t want a war either.
But I know I can’t marry Kira. Not when she came to my club, got drunk, and insulted me. It’s a wound that my pride won’t stand for.
However, now that Marco is against the marriage deal with the Bratva, it’s making me reconsider. I like to piss people off just for the fun of it sometimes and pissing Marco off would be funny. Maybe I should marry someone within the Bratva… just not Kira.
I call Nikolai’s number, which he gave to me as a sign of trust.
“Enzo,” he says in a tone I can’t make out. “Have you called to say you agree to our deal?”
“Give me someone else. Someone other than Kira within the Bratva.”
Nikolai is quiet for a moment. “There’s no one better though. She’s the daughter of Gregor Petrov. He’s the closest you’ll get to the top.”
Damn it. He’s right. It’s why he offered Kira to me in the first place. It takes everything inside of me to grit my teeth but I have to say this. “Anyone else. Find some other daughter of a high ranking Bratva man. I don’t fucking care. Just make sure she’s docile and not annoying.” I hang up before he can reply.
There. I’ll marry to make peace. But it won’t be with Kira.
And yet… I can’t stop thinking about her, even hours later.
Kira
I’m resting on my bed after I blacked out for just a moment when my father comes into my room. When I woke up, my father and brother were hovering over me, worry in their eyes. I haven’t seen my father that worried for me in weeks. Not after I disappointed him.
