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Chapter 44.
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The Mafia Kings' Deadliest Temptation Chapter 47.
The word landed like something thrown.The table went absolutely still.Camila didn't cry. She didn't speak. Camila doesn't cry. She doesn't speak. She just looks down at the table and her jaw sets in a way that says she has heard this word applied to her before and has decided not to let it touch her, even when it does.Her hand in Enzo's went white-knuckled, and that was the only thing in the room that moved.Vittorio walks out.Enzo stared at the door after his father, something cracking visibly behind his eyes.One by one, without much ceremony, the rest of the table found reasons to leave.I found Camila in the hallway near the foot of the stairs, standing with her arms folded across her chest, studying a painting on the wall like it had said something interesting."Hey," I said.Camila glanced at her. "You didn't have to do that in there.""No," I agreed. "I wanted to."Camila was quiet a moment. Then: "I grew up in Overtown. Mom worked three jobs and still couldn't keep the lig
The Mafia Kings' Deadliest Temptation Chapter 46.
The foyer was grand enough to make Camila's steps falter, though she recovered quickly. The family was already assembled, scattered across the marble floor like pieces on a chessboard.Rafael is the first to see her, and something in his expression goes through amusement before landing somewhere genuinely charmed — not by the dress, but by the way she walks in. Chin up, shoulders back, taking in the entrance hall with wide eyes she almost manages to keep neutral.Adriano is unreadable, which means nothing and could mean anything.Valentina's eyes move from Camila's hemline to her face and back, something calculating settling into place.Vittorio, seated already at the far end of the hall, takes one long look and becomes very still in the particular way of a man controlling his first reaction because his second one will be more effective.Camila sees all of it. She doesn't flinch.In the kitchen doorway, two servants have found reasons to linger, eyes wide, a rapid exchange of whispers
The Mafia Kings' Deadliest Temptation Chapter 45.
Camila squared her shoulders and met Enzo's gaze with defiance flickering in her eyes. "Fine. I’ll change."Enzo's jaw tightened, but he nodded once. He leaned forward and tapped the partition. "Pull over."The driver obeyed without question, guiding the sleek black car to the curb. He killed the engine and stepped out, leaving the door open just long enough for Rafael and Camila to slip out into the night air.They walked together toward the booth of the car. Rafael kept his distance, his hands in his pockets, his expression somewhere between amusement and curiosity.Camila pushed through the door and immediately began rifling through her clothings. Her fingers moved with practiced ease, pulling out a sheer silver slip dress that catches the streetlight and leaves approximately nothing to interpretation.Enzo takes it from her hand without a word and puts it back in the bag."Enzo—""No.""It's cute—""It's see-through." He roots through the bag himself, produces a black satin dres
The Mafia Kings' Deadliest Temptation Chapter 44.
Rafael's voice is quiet when he finally speaks, sitting on the edge of the bed with his hands loosely clasped between his knees."I owe you an apology."I look at him."Going to Adriano's room like that." He exhales, something rueful in it. "I thought—" He stops, starts again. "I had a thought I shouldn't have entertained, and I acted on it before I thought it through. That wasn't fair to you.""It's fine," I say."It isn't." He looks up. "You've done nothing to deserve that kind of doubt."The words land exactly where they hurt the most, and I hold myself very still against the weight of them."It's fine, Rafael," I say again, softer this time, and cross the room to press a brief kiss to his temple. "I'm hungry. Can we go down?"He studies my face a moment, not entirely satisfied, but lets it go with the particular grace of a man who's decided this isn't the battle to push. He stands, takes my hand, and we go downstairs together.The kitchen is warm and smells of something left simme
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It wasn't a question. It was a surrender and an attack, all at once.His mouth crashed down on hers. It wasn't a kiss of love; it was a kiss of punishment, of desperation. It was bruising and demanding, tasting of sparkling water and regret. Valentina gasped against his lips—a sharp, broken sound that was half protest, half plea. She didn't pull away. She met him with her own fury, her own pain. Her hands fisted in his shirt, pulling him closer, wanting to feel the violence of his conflict, to make him feel something for her, even if it was this.He walked her back against the wall, the impact knocking the breath from her lungs in a rush. "Ah—" The sound escaped her, high and startled. His hands roamed her body, but they weren't the hands of a lover. They were the hands of a man trying to prove something, to himself or to her, she didn't know. He was rough, efficient, his movements stripped of the tender, worshipful reverence he usually possessed. He yanked at her clothes—the thin str
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The engine sound grows, fills the room, and we both go still at exactly the same moment.Adriano moves first.He's off the chair and pulling his clothes on with a speed and habit that belongs to someone who has spent years being ready to leave a room at a moment's notice, and watching him reassemble himself, watching the controlled, unreadable version of him slot back into place like armor put on in the dark, unsettles me more than if he'd panicked.He looks at me once, brief, something passing across his face that doesn't have a name yet.Then he's gone, and the studio door swings shut behind him, and I'm alone with overturned paint jars and the smell of linseed oil and what we just did.I take longer than I should.I find my clothes. I dress slowly, hands not entirely steady, and stand for a moment in the wreckage of paint and scattered brushes, his oversized shirt in my hands, still carrying the faint warmth of him.I put it back on the peg. I don't let myself hold it for more than
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