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Hey there,Thanks a ton for sticking around till the end of this wild and long ride! It's been a blast crafting this romance and I hope you've had as much fun reading it as I did writing it.I've loved weaving together all the juicy bits of love, drama, and danger. It's been like piecing together a puzzle but with way more heart-pounding moments.I hope you've been rooting for our main couple through all the twists and turns. They've been through the wringer, but love always finds a way, right?As you close this book, just remember, their story doesn't end here. They'll keep living on in your imagination, popping up when you least expect it.And if this story had you on the edge of your seat, I'm begging you, please, take a quick sec to give it a solid FIVE-STAR RATING. It's not just for me, it's for all those readers out there who haven't stumbled upon this story yet.Seriously, your rating could make all the difference in getting this book noticed. Think of it as your way of spreadin
DISCLAIMERThis is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.All rights reserved. No parts of this book may be reproduced or used in any manner without the written permission of a copyright owner.Copyright © 2023 by Jane Doe Writings─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─TRIGGER WARNING!The following book contains imagery that some readers may find distressing. (Violence, Gore, Sexual Content, Crude Language, Mention of Sexual Abuse)─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─AUTHOR'S NOTEMafia Men IV - Vincenzo's Temptation can be read as a STANDALONE. But the first few chapters happen to coincide with Mancini's Bride (Mafia Men III) storyline. If you haven't read Mafia Men I, II, and III, then it's okay, You won't miss anything in this book, or lose any essential threads in this narrative. However, I'd be thrilled if you decided to explore my other bo
˜”*°• Claire •°*”˜Night hours... Night hours mean different things to different people. Some use this time to sleep and rest, getting ready for the next day. For some, it's a peaceful time to think and find calmness. It can also be a time for parties and hanging out with friends. But for some people, night hours bring nothing but fear. It's a time of loneliness and isolation, where they feel cut off from the world. It can bring fear and anxiety, as darkness often conceals the unknown. So, what the night means depends on each person. It all depends on the experiences they've had during these dark hours.To me, the night hours were pure torment. My own private nightmare. I loathed it when the sun disappeared. I despised it when everything plunged into darkness. The darkness seemed to bring out all my fears. Walking down the street felt like a constant battle, always checking over my shoulder every few steps. Everything became infinitely more terrifying under the shroud of night.I'm
˜”*°• Claire •°*”˜I sat in the salon chair as Lisa continued dying my hair pink. We talked non-stop throughout the whole process, it was the perfect form of therapy for me. The soft hum of hairdryers and the gentle jazz music playing in the background created a soothing atmosphere, but it was Lisa's company that put me at ease."So what's the latest about Alessandra?" Lisa asked. Lisa and I have had this theory that Alessandra was cheating on her husband and I caught them this week red-handed... perks of staying awake at night. "Oh my God, Lisa! She's totally cheating!" Lisa's eyes widened with interest, "I knew it, that witch! She acts so perfectly, people who strive for perfection always have something to hide. She practically rules the social scene in this neighborhood and shames other women for even falling in love, that hypocrite." I laughed, "Well, it turns out that she's been sharing more than just her social charm." She grinned, "Whose the lucky guy? I meant unlucky becau
˜”*°• Vincenzo •°*”˜I was seated in the corner of the dimly lit Italian restaurant, the soft glow of candles casting elongated shadows across the room. The distant murmur of hushed conversations and the clinking of cutlery filled the air, but I was here for one reason and one reason alone – to meet Don Carlo on my father's orders. He wanted me to get into the business with this man. A man whose word is as good as nothing. The rim of the crystal tumbler felt cool beneath my fingertips as I watched, my patience waning. The Capone family had been patient enough, and it was time to show these fuckers that soon enough Vincenzo Capone will dominate in this city. In the last few months, the Outfit has had problems not only with the Cosa Nostra but also with Don Carlos who was trying to get into our gambling business. Peace with Cosa Nostra could be more beneficial for us but my father was a stubborn man, holding onto the grudges of his father. The ornate entrance swung open, and Don Carlo
˜”*°• Claire •°*”˜I paused at the entrance of the community center, my heart racing. It was a familiar place, but the anxiety still gripped me every time I walked through those doors. The room carried a distinctive blend of scents – freshly brewed coffee mixed with the clean smell of disinfectant.Whispers and soft conversations floated through the air as people gathered, clutching their cups of coffee like they were a lifeline.In the middle of the room, a circle of chairs awaited, each one different from the next – some old, wooden, and worn, while others offered soft cushions. A low table at the center held pamphlets, recovery books, and a box for anonymous contributions.Stepping further inside, my eyes scanned the diverse group already seated. There were those with wrinkles etched deep into their faces, evidence of the battles they had fought for years. Then, there were younger folks, their expressions a mix of hope and apprehension.I swallowed hard, mustering a smile as I found
˜”*°• Claire •°*”˜The sun bathed my small neighborhood as I walked on the sidewalks to get to the annual charity bake sale, I had baskets of freshly baked cupcakes, doughnuts, and cookies in my hands. I specifically wore a white dress adorned with bright yellow sunflowers, perfectly matching my yellow stilettoes. I passed by Mrs. Johnson watering her plants or vegetables, I don't have much information about gardening, "Hi, Mrs. Johnson! How's your garden doing?" Mrs. Johnson waved back, "Oh, the cucumbers are growing like crazy! And thank you again for the meals that you cooked for me." "Don't sweat it!" I shouted back. I reached the community park and set up my booth, covered in pastel-colored decorations that I made by myself. I arranged my cupcakes topped with swirls of neon frosting, doughnuts in every color of the rainbow, and cookies shaped like playful emojis over my booth. The aroma of freshly baked sweets wafted through the air. A little girl approached the table, her
˜”*°• Claire •°*”˜I walked into the elevator, running my fingers through my hair as I looked back at François from over my shoulder. His eyes were on my ass as he followed me in. Gladly none of his bodyguards dared to follow us, so things like this must be a routine for Mr. De La Fontaine. I leaned against the wall, watching as he confidently strolled beside me and the doors closed. My eyes went to the security camera in the corner, I knew Alessandro must be watching. François didn't waste any time, he grabbed me by my waist and slammed me into his body. His hands went over to my asscheeks and he delivered a slap. I was used to this, been doing this for years. Being a seducer/bait for an organization like the Cosa Nostra wasn't for the faint-hearted girlies.I let out a small laugh, moving my head to the side as he nuzzled his face into my neck. There was a gun strapped to my thigh, in case things got out of hand. I faked moaning as he licked the top of my breasts. The elevator do