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PEACHESNote to my lovely readers, I have not abandoned the story. For all your love and support for Marco & Lilliana, I am glad. I have been gifted a sweet little angel, and lately, my entire time is being taken up by her. And while I am not complaining about the same, writing has taken a backseat for that reason. I will still try and update twice a week. Thank you for your patience.
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AURORAI had already grilled Lilliana more than a couple of times, and by now, I already knew that she had no knowledge of Ralph’s existence or connection with her. Despite that, I had developed an acute sense of hatred given the chaos she brought into our lives.Dominic was torn apart, Sammy was in shambles, and even though Lorenzo was to be blamed for that, Lilliana was indirectly involved. And now, Ralph was missing.You do not abduct the ex-enforcer of the Mafia Kingpin of Chicago, and if you do, you need to have the balls to follow through the storm you have raised.And as it turned out, they did not have the balls. Ralph was found two days later, alive but barely. When Viktor called me middle of the night to inform me that, I froze. He was barely breathing
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MARCOIt was bad enough that I had woken up to an empty bed in the middle of the night, my phone buzzed incessantly, and it did not take a genius to guess who was calling me at this hour. “What?” I snapped.“Where the fuck are you?” Viktor shouted as I held the phone away from my ear, wincing. “Viktor, not a good time for—” He cut me off. “Someone took Ralph.” And then the phone went dead.I did not have the time to think who was stupid enough or daring enough to make that move, but I saw red. If there was someone from whom I would have burned the world down, and go down along with it, it was Ralph. I drove to the Romano mansion as soon as I could, and as soon as I crashed through the gates and made my way into the basement, the sight that greeted me made me pause. Now, I have seen a few hundred of Romano’s enemies inside those dark cells, and depending on how badly they had screwed up, they bled accordingly. On one side of the room was Dante, already a prisoner of the Romanos, a
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AURORAConfessing to Marco wasn’t easy. In fact, it was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. To bare the parts of myself I’d fought so desperately to keep hidden—the ache, the fear, the quiet unraveling that crept through me day after day—felt like stepping off a ledge with no promise of landing. He was the one person I couldn’t afford to look weak in front of, the last witness I wanted to be my undoing. Maybe it was pride, maybe it was ego. But if I’m being honest, it was something far more primal than that—self-preservation.But today felt like an exception. It felt like I wanted to be held, cared for, and listened to.And Marco knew it. And he wanted it.And if he had smelled my desperation, ther
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MARCOI was just a man—flesh, blood, and the restraint of the devil himself.Any decent man would have seen the pain in her eyes, the vulnerability in her posture, and instinctively pulled her into his arms to offer comfort. But I wasn’t that man. And I sure as hell wasn’t decent.Aurora wasn’t looking for comfort anyway—not a hug, not warmth, and definitely not a goddamn cup of cocoa. She showed up at my door, soaked to the bone, eyes wild with something between defiance and desperation... and she offered herself to me – completely and willingly.It wasn’t the first time, but it had been far too long since I’d tasted her the way I wanted. The way I needed
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AURORAI’ve known the Romanos since I was eighteen—barely old enough to drink, barely old enough to understand what real power looked like. And yet, even then, I saw it in them. I felt it. Their name didn’t just command fear—it commanded reverence. Years passed, but time with the Romanos wasn’t measured in calendars. It was measured in blood, in loyalty, in the weight of silence between unspoken truths.The Romano—Viktor, Dominic, Sammy, or even Alessandro Romano, were not the kind of people who wore their hearts on their sleeves. They were tough nuts. But when the matter came to their hearts, they were weak.None of them wore their hearts where you could see them. No, they buried their emotions under layers of steel and t
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AURORAWhen I closed my eyes, I saw Sammy.Not the Sammy most people knew—the one in scrubs with her name embroidered in neat white stitching over her heart. No. I saw my Sammy. Dressed to devastate in a tailored blazer, four-inch Louboutins, and that ridiculously expensive Hermès bag she swore she’d never part with—even if the building was on fire. She always looked like she belonged on the Milan runway, not strolling through sterilized hospital corridors. And when I told her that, she’d just smirk, flip her dark hair, and say, “Please, I could make scrubs look like Versace.”The devil di
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