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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
HOW TO TRAP A MAFIA BOSS CHAPTER THIRTEEN
HOPEThe morning sun crept lazily into my room as I zipped the last corner of my suitcase shut. The navy-blue dress Bee helped me pick was packed away neatly, waiting for its debut. For now, I wore something... safer—but definitely suggestive.A black crop sweater that showed just a hint of toned stomach. High-waisted jeans that hugged my curves too well. Comfortable white sneakers. Hair up in a claw clip, just messy enough to say “I didn’t try hard” when I very much did. A spritz of light floral perfume and I was ready.Not to impress Ace, of course.Just... representing the enterprise. Professionally.Okay, maybe a little to impress Ace.A few minutes later, one of his men knocked and escorted me down to the waiting black SUV that drove us straight to the Mason's private airport. The moment I stepped out and saw the sleek jet glinting in the early light, reality settled in.This was my life now. Mafia-linked charity gala in another city. Designer gowns. Secret agendas. And Ace freak
HOW TO TRAP A MAFIA BOSS CHAPTER TWELVE: …let the sharks smell blood.
ACEThere was a reason I pushed her away after the kiss.She tasted like fire and something soft I couldn’t name—but if I gave in, even for a second, I’d ruin everything. I couldn’t afford to like her this much. Not with who I am. Not with what I do. Not with how many people are watching.Hope wasn’t just a girl in my space anymore. She was inside my life—inside me—and that made her the perfect target. My enemies would use her, break her, bleed her dry just to get to me.And I wouldn’t be able to stop them if I was too blinded to see it coming.So yeah, I pushed her away. I told her we’d pretend the kiss didn’t happen. But I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it. Her lips. Her breath hitching. The way she looked at me like she didn’t know whether to punch me or pull me back in.I hated how much I wanted both.I leaned back in my office chair, fingers steepled beneath my chin. A quiet knock pulled me from my thoughts.Bob walked in without waiting.“She hasn’t acted on Evan,” he
HOW TO TRAP A MAFIA BOSS CHAPTER ELEVEN: was it worth it?
HOPEI didn’t remember when he pulled away—only that my lips still tingled from his kiss.Ace’s hands lingered on my waist for a moment longer, his eyes unreadable and dark as ever. Then, just like that, he took a single step back, dragging the air out of my lungs with him.“We’ll pretend that didn’t happen,” he said.His voice was clipped. Cold. Like he hadn’t just kissed me like I was the only thing keeping him alive.“Oh,” I managed, swallowing the ball of emotion threatening to rise.It was the right thing. We were playing with fire, and we both knew it. But still… his tone felt like ice.He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out a sleek black phone—new, slim, untraceable. He tossed it to me.“You’re my assistant now. Use that. Your schedule’s already been loaded in. You'll have access to specific rooms, but only the ones you need. Don’t overstep. Understood?"I nodded, gripping the phone tighter than I should. “Yes… Ace.”His name tasted different now.He gave a quick nod, alre
HOW TO TRAP A MAFIA BOSS CHAPTER TEN: Too late... I'm already in.
HOPEI wasn't stupid—I knew Bob didn’t like me. The way he brushed past me in the hallway like I was some stray hair on his shirt told me all I needed to know. But it didn’t matter. Ace had given me a job, and whether he was trying to test me or trap me, I wasn’t going to fail.The protester case file was a mess. Clara had left behind notes and charts, all organized in her uptight, clinical style. I tried contacting her once—just to be polite—but she had barely concealed her irritation. I got the message.Instead of calling her again, I did what my gut told me to.I went straight to Ace.Every. Single. Time.At first, he was clearly irritated.“You have Bob and Clara for a reason,” he said without looking up from his laptop the first time I barged into his office with a question.“Clara made it clear she’s too busy,” I replied calmly, dropping the file on his desk. “And Bob? I don’t think he’d mind watching me fall flat on my face.”That made him pause. His lips curved faintly before
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