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HOW TO TRAP A MAFIA BOSS CHAPTER NINETHEEN: …the one person who makes him soft.
HOPEI knocked lightly on Ace’s office door, half-hoping he wouldn’t answer. When no voice responded from within, I turned the knob and peeked in.Empty.Good. I whispered to myself before walking into the room completely.I had brought a stack of reports that needed his signature, but truth be told, that wasn’t the only reason I came. My handler’s warnings echoed in my mind like an alarm clock I couldn’t hit snooze on anymore.Get something on him. Get proof. Something that justifies your existence in this mission.And here I was. In his office. Alone.I stepped inside slowly, shutting the door behind me. The air smelled like cedarwood and something distinctly Ace. Power. Discipline. Secrets.The documents I was supposed to drop off sat in my hand, but my eyes weren’t on them.They were on the drawers.No cameras. No assistant. No watchful Ace.My heart beat faster as I inched toward his desk. Just a quick look. A harmless peek. I told myself it was part of the mission. That it was ju
HOW TO TRAP A MAFIA BOSS CHAPTER EIGHTEEN: YOU'VE GONE ROGUE.
ACEThe tension between the Giordanos and the Masons could slice through steel.After the FBI seized one of their warehouses, they’d been on a warpath, accusing everyone except themselves for the fallout. They’d been sloppy—greedy even. That was their mistake. But when pride and power are on the line, logic doesn’t stand a chance.Still, they were barking at the wrong gate.And then Enzo Giordano showed up. Not in some dimly lit alley or backroom club where secrets and blood deals were usually exchanged.No.He showed up at Mason Enterprise. My office.I was reviewing reports when the elevator chimed, and the air changed. The kind of change that made even the air itself uncomfortable. My door opened without a knock, and there he was.Enzo Giordano. Tall, tailored, and reeking of entitlement and misplaced rage.“Quite the risky move,” I muttered, leaning back in my seat and fol
HOW TO TRAP A MAFIA BOSS CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: my name
HOPEEverything had changed.Not just the way he looked at me—softer now, more lingering. Or the way his touch wasn’t always fire and restraint, but warmth. Real.It was everything. The silence. The eye contact. The way he stood just a little closer than before.Ace Mason, the man who didn’t bend for anyone, loosened up around me. He smirked more. Joked, even. Touched me just because.It would be delusional to think I hadn’t trapped him. And yet... the dangerous part? I felt trapped too.Not by him. But by whatever this was—between us. I kept reminding myself why I was here. What I was supposed to be doing. But each time he pulled me into his arms, whispered my name like a secret only he was allowed to keep, it got harder to remember.We stayed back for a few extra days after the gala. Days we spent getting lost in hotel sheets and between kisses. It was reckless, selfish—and addictive.By the time we landed back home, I had to
HOW TO TRAP A MAFIA BOSS CHAPTER SIXTEEN: consequences be damned.
HOPEI should’ve been furious. Embarrassed. Terrified even.Instead, all I could feel was a wicked thrill humming through me.Ace had punched a mafia heir in the middle of a gala—because of me. Not business. Not strategy. Me.It wasn’t smart. It wasn’t safe. But God, it made something dangerous in me flutter.He was possessive.And I liked it.Even now, in the quiet of his suite, as the door clicked shut behind us, I could still feel the raw edge of his temper vibrating through the air. He hadn’t said a word since we left the gala, but his jaw was clenched, and his eyes burned like fire.I should’ve been thinking about the Bureau. About Evans. About the intel I’d just gathered from the women lounging around in designer gowns and bloodstained secrets. I’d worked quickly, slipping into conversations like a ghost, planting harmless questions here and there—gathering just enough to put names to whispers.But then Sa
HOW TO TRAP A MAFIA BOSS CHAPTER FIFTEEN: my Hope
HOPEThe clinking of silverware and soft classical music filled the extravagant dining hall. Crystal chandeliers sparkled above us like frozen fire. Every table was its own universe of whispered power plays and fake laughter.I sat beside Ace, trying to blend in. Trying to remember that I was playing a role—a carefully scripted character who didn’t have real feelings for the man beside her. Too bad my body never got the memo.Dinner had barely started when trouble arrived.He walked in like he owned the damn floor. Broad shoulders, a scar splitting one brow, and the kind of smirk that promised danger for breakfast and disaster for dessert.“Ace,” he called out smoothly as he approached our table. “Didn’t think you’d actually bring a date. She’s a knockout.”Ace’s jaw clenched, but he kept his tone even. “Salvatore. Thought they banned you from anything with table manners.”“Temporarily,” the man chuckled. “But I clean up well, don’t I
HOW TO TRAP A MAFIA BOSS CHAPTER FOURTEEN: just territorial.
ACEThe hotel was lavish—five stars and all that jazz—but I barely noticed the gold chandeliers or the overpriced scent wafting through the corridors. My mind was wired tight with the coming gala. Not the charity part of it, of course. That was just fluff for the press. What really mattered were the faces behind the champagne flutes—the ones who ran underground networks with the elegance of politicians and the ruthlessness of warlords.Hope’s suite was directly across from mine.Of course, it was my idea. Not close enough to be suspicious. Not far enough to lose track of her.She disappeared into the room without a word, suitcase rolling behind her, and I didn’t knock. Not yet.Thirty minutes later, I made the call for her to be taken to a private styling suite downtown—somewhere discreet but equipped enough to transform her into the kind of woman this world admired and secretly feared.And maybe I wanted to see what she looked like when she wasn’t trying to blend into shadows.I got
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