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My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie

My Billionaire Ex Or My Mafia Bestie

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Dark Romance

Steamy

CEO

Mafia

Goodgirl

Love-Triangle

Torn between the billionaire who broke her and the mafia prince who’d kill to keep her. Three years ago, Victor Kane—cold, powerful billionaire—shattered Isabella "Bella" Moretti with one cruel sentence: “You’re too fragile for my world.” He walked away, leaving her heartbroken on the marble floors of his Manhattan penthouse. She rebuilt her life in Brooklyn’s shadows, vowing never to return to his glittering, controlling empire. But Victor doesn’t let go so easily. Now he’s back—wealthier, darker, more obsessive. Private jets, diamond collars, whispered commands in the dark: he wants her again. And this time, he’ll chain her to him forever. Then there’s Nico Moretti—her childhood best friend, the dangerously handsome heir to New York’s most feared crime family. The man who’s held her through every storm, buried her secrets, and never once demanded more. Until Victor reappears. Nico’s loyalty ignites into raw possession. His touches burn hotter. His eyes promise violence to anyone who tries to take her. He’s done waiting in the shadows. If she won’t choose him, no one else will have her. Two alphas. One rules boardrooms with ice and billions. The other rules streets with blood and loyalty. Both are dangerously obsessed. Both will destroy everything to claim her body and soul. In a deadly game of jealousy, betrayal, and scorching desire, Bella must decide: Surrender to the ex who once ruined her? Or fall into the arms of the best friend who’ll burn the world to own her? One woman. Two monsters. No safe escape.

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41 Chapters
Chapter 1: The Invitation That Burns
Chapter 1: The Invitation That BurnsBella’s POVThe rain is relentless tonight, drumming against the tinted windows of the Eclipse Tower like it wants inside. Fifty floors above Manhattan, the city is a smeared jewel box—neon bleeding into wet black asphalt, limousines crawling like insects far below. I shouldn’t be here. I should be in my Brooklyn walk-up, lights off, pretending the past three years actually erased him.But the black envelope arrived two nights ago. No stamp. No return address. Just silver lettering on heavy cardstock slipped under my door like a threat wrapped in silk:Victor Kane requests the pleasure of your company.Pleasure. The word still tastes like poison and honey on my tongue.I chose the emerald dress on purpose. Satin so thin it clings like a second skin, neckline plunging low enough to make a man forget his manners, slit riding high on my left thigh. No bra. No panties. Every step reminds me I’m bare underneath—vulnerable, reckless, armed only with spit
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Chapter 2: The Ride Home
Chapter 2: The Ride HomeBella’s POVThe elevator doors slide shut with a soft hiss, sealing the three of us inside a mirrored cage hurtling downward.Victor left first—without another word, without looking back. Just a final, lingering glance at my mouth like he was already tasting the next time. The door to his suite closed behind him with the same quiet finality as a guillotine.Nico hasn’t spoken since he pulled his fingers from my skin.His hand is wrapped around my wrist now—not hard enough to hurt, but firm enough that I feel every beat of his pulse against mine. He’s breathing too carefully. Too controlled. The kind of control that means something is about to snap.The mirrored walls throw our reflection back at us from every angle: me in emerald satin that’s wrinkled where Victor’s hands were, lips swollen and red, hair coming loose from its pins; Nico beside me—black suit still impeccable, but jaw clenched so tight a muscle jumps under the skin. His eyes are fixed straight a
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Chapter 3: The Safe House
Chapter 3: The Safe HouseBella’s POVThe rain has turned the city into a black mirror. Streetlights fracture across wet asphalt, headlights smear like wet paint, and every red light feels like a warning we’re ignoring.Nico drives with one hand on the wheel, the other still resting high on my thigh—fingers splayed, thumb tracing idle, possessive circles over the sensitive skin just inside where the slit of my dress ends. He hasn’t said a word since we left the garage. The silence isn’t empty; it’s thick, electric, vibrating with everything he didn’t do in that parking space.I should speak. Should ask where we’re going. My apartment is twenty minutes in the opposite direction. Instead I sit with my legs slightly parted, letting his hand stay where it is, letting the heat of his palm seep through satin into bare skin. My body is still humming from the orgasm he ripped out of me against his car. Every bump in the road sends aftershocks rippling through my core.He takes the exit toward
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Chapter 4: The Morning Aftermath
Bella’s POVSunlight slices through the blackout curtains like a blade—thin, merciless, cutting straight across my bare hip.I wake up sore in places I forgot could ache.My thighs are sticky. My core throbs with a dull, satisfied pulse. There’s a faint bruise blooming on the inside of my left breast where Nico sucked too hard, and another set of fingerprints wrapped around my upper arm like a bracelet he forgot to remove. The sheets smell of sex, rain, and him—leather, smoke, salt.He’s still inside me.Not fully hard anymore, but thick enough that every shallow breath I take reminds me he never pulled out after the second round. We’d collapsed sometime around three a.m., bodies tangled, his cock softening but refusing to leave. I’d fallen asleep with him draped over me like a living blanket, one arm locked around my waist, face buried in my neck.Now the arm is still there—possessive even in sleep.I shift slightly.He stirs. Tightens. A low, sleepy growl vibrates against my throat.
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Chapter 5: The Reckoning
Bella’s POV The safe house feels too quiet after Nico leaves. The kind of quiet that presses against your eardrums, amplifies every drip from the showerhead, every creak of settling wood, every shallow breath you take while staring at that damning photo on the coffee table. Victor’s text is still open on my phone. The image hasn’t faded. If anything, it’s burned deeper into the screen—and into me. My own face mid-moan, eyes glassy, lips parted, his hand disappearing under emerald satin like it belonged there. Like I invited it. I should delete it. I should smash the phone. Instead I zoom in. On the way my head is thrown back against the glass. On the faint red mark already forming where his fingers dug into my thigh. On the way my nipples are visible through the wet fabric, peaked and obvious. My core clenches—betraying me again. I slam the phone face-down. Stand. Pace. Nico’s shirt hangs loose on me, brushing the tops of my thighs. Every movement reminds me of last night
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Chapter 6: The Breaking Point
Bella’s POV The room turns into a live wire the second Nico sees us. Victor stands in front of me—still fully dressed except for the open fly he never bothered to zip back up, cock half-hard and glistening. I’m curled on the sectional, knees drawn to my chest, naked, skin flushed and marked, thighs slick with both of them. The air reeks of sex, rain, and rage. Nico’s gun is already raised—black steel steady, barrel trained center-mass on Victor’s chest. Victor doesn’t flinch. He just smiles. Slow. Taunting. “You’re late, Romano,” he says. Voice velvet over broken glass. “She already came twice more since you left. Screamed my name the second time.” Nico’s finger twitches on the trigger. I surge forward—naked, desperate—placing myself between the barrel and Victor’s heart. “Stop.” Nico’s eyes snap to me. Wild. Betrayed. Devastated. “You’re protecting him?” The word cracks. “After everything?” “I’m protecting both of you,” I say. Voice shaking. “Put the gun down, Nico. Plea
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Chapter 7: The Edge of Ruin
Bella’s POVThe bedroom air is thick—sweat, sex, rain-soaked skin, and the metallic tang of barely contained violence.Nico stands at the foot of the bed, gun still in his right hand, knuckles white. Victor leans against the headboard beside me, one arm draped possessively across my waist, the other idly tracing patterns on my hip as though we’re not one wrong word away from blood on the sheets.I’m between them again—naked, trembling, heart hammering so hard I can feel it in my clit.No one moves.The silence stretches until it hurts.Then Nico speaks, voice low and shredded.“You let him inside you. Again. While I was out there trying to keep us all alive.”Victor’s fingers pause on my skin.“She didn’t let me,” he says calmly. “She needed it. Same as she needed you last night. Same as she’ll need us both until she stops lying to herself.”Nico’s eyes flick to me—dark, wounded, furious.“Is that true?”My throat is raw from screaming their names. I force the words out anyway.“Yes.”
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Chapter 8: Blood on the Sheets
Bella’s POVThe first gunshot cracks the silence like thunder indoors.Glass shatters somewhere in the living room. Someone screams—maybe me, maybe not. The world narrows to motion and noise.Nico fires twice—controlled, precise—before the first intruder even clears the doorway. A body drops. Black tactical gear soaks red across the concrete.Victor shoves me behind the bed’s headboard. “Stay down!”I’m already scrambling for cover, naked skin scraping against cotton sheets still damp from earlier. My heart slams so hard it hurts my ribs.More figures pour through the splintered door—six, maybe seven. Masks. Suppressed rifles. Professional. Not street thugs. These are the kind of men who get paid to make problems disappear.Nico ducks behind the dresser, returns fire. Another body falls. The room smells of gunpowder, copper, and sex.Victor grabs his own weapon from the nightstand drawer—a sleek silver pistol that looks too elegant for this carnage. He fires over the bedframe without
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Chapter 9: The Bunker
Bella’s POVThe warehouse on Flushing looks abandoned from the outside—rusted chain-link fence, broken windows, graffiti tags bleeding down brick walls like old wounds. Nico kills the engine in the shadowed loading bay. The silence that follows is louder than the rain drumming on the roof.Victor gets out first. Scans the perimeter with the cold efficiency of a man who’s done this too many times. He signals once—clear.Nico opens my door. Offers his hand. I take it. His fingers are still faintly bloody from the fight; mine shake when they lace with his.We move fast—through a side door, down a narrow concrete stairwell lit only by motion-sensor LEDs that flicker on like wary eyes. Three flights down. The air grows cooler, damper, smelling of old metal and damp earth.At the bottom: a heavy steel door, keypad glowing red.Victor punches in a code.Nico adds a second sequence.The lock hisses. The door swings inward on silent hydraulics.Inside is nothing like the safe house.Reinforced
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Chapter 10: No Way Out
Bella’s POVThe bunker’s air is cool and still, almost clinical, like the inside of a vault that’s been sealed for decades. The only sound is the low hum of the ventilation system and the occasional drip from a pipe somewhere in the walls. No windows. No clocks. Time feels elastic here—stretched thin, then snapped back without warning.We’ve been underground for what feels like hours, maybe a full day. I’ve lost track. My body is a map of their hands: faint bruises on my hips where Nico gripped me too hard, a red bloom on my neck from Victor’s teeth, the dull ache between my legs that reminds me every time I shift that they’ve both been inside me—together, separately, again and again.We’re lying on the king bed now, sheets kicked to the foot. I’m in the middle, as always. Nico on my left, one arm thrown possessively across my waist, face buried against my shoulder. Victor on my right, propped on one elbow, tracing invisible patterns across my stomach with the tip of his index finger.
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