Mafia Brides

The rules of the Hunt: The prey will have a ten minute head start to run and hide.

At the signal, the hunter will enter the woods. The Hunt has begun.

If the prey isn’t captured before midnight, she gets $10,000.

If she makes it until dawn, she gets $100,000.

But if the hunter catches her, she’s his for the night.

She'll be my captive, my bride, my perfect possession. From the moment I saw her, I knew she'd be mine. She looks so sweet and innocent, just my type. Her father owes Fraternitas a debt, and she's the one who will pay. But when she poisons me, I realize… this won't be so easy.

“Did you think, for a minute, I might want to be awake for the proposal?” I ask, fluttering my fingers so the huge princess cut diamond on my hand catches the light. His eyes go soft and warm. “I couldn’t risk you running again. There’s a tracking device in there.”

It was a simple job: go to a wedding. Execute the groom. Then I saw the bride, wearing a mountain of white satin, her lacy veil now spattered with blood. Instead of running away screaming like the rest of the wedding party, she raised her chin and stared at me, a challenge in her dark eyes. I felt a flicker of feeling in my cold, dark heart...Then she shot me. And I knew...I had to make her mine.