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Chapter 10

Author: Daisy Jolliffe
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-24 10:07:00

Mia woke up startled, her body tangled in soft sheets, hair messy and slightly damp from sleep. Flashes of last night flooded her mind—the bruises, the heated kisses, the confusing tenderness that followed the violence. A blush crept across her cheeks as she sat up, glancing around the room.

Axel was gone. Again. He had a goddamn superpower for disappearing without a sound—no surprise considering who he was. A mafia boss with a tendency for slipping in and out of places like smoke. Mia lay back against the pillows, heart thumping as she dissected every moment from the night before. There’s softness there, she thought. Somewhere under the violence and dominance, there’s something real. Something broken.

She dressed for the day in a soft summer dress she’d found in the wardrobe—something light, delicate. A sharp contrast to the tension that seemed to radiate from every surface of this place. The breakfast tray sat on the sideboard, brought in
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