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“She’s the only thing in this dangerous world of mine that still dares to bloom in my hands. She's the rose that still grew even in the devil’s grasp, and I’ll cut down anyone who tries to pluck her.” *+*+*+* After taking a bullet for the man she loves, Arya lies fighting for her life in a hospital bed, but the danger doesn’t stop there. Juan, torn between sitting by her side and leading his war on the streets, finds himself under attack from all sides. It’s not just one enemy he thought was long gone, but old rivals who refuse to let a Spaniard control the Italian underworld. As a Spanish-Italian mafia lord, Juan knows the cost of this life. He might lose everything, his power, his family, his crown but he's not willing to lose the woman he loves. But what happens if Arya's only chance at survival is to walk away from him? Book Two of The Darkness & Desire Series This can be read as a standalone, but to understand their full story, read Book One: The Mafia’s Angel. *+*++*++,+*

Juan’s breath caught in his throat, but he didn’t say anything. He just looked away, his chest aching, his mind a storm of anger, guilt, and fear.He knew Dominic was right. He had met Arya down by the plan he had made. Instead of protecting her, he had put her life at risk. And now, how could he even be there for her with everything crumbling down?He should have let her go when he had the chance. If he was so scared of Dominic getting to her, he should have taken her out of the country or even just out of the state. Somewhere quiet. Somewhere far. Somewhere she wouldn’t have to live looking over her shoulder."Why aren't you saying anything?" Dominic asked.“Fuck off, Dominic,” Juan said through clenched teeth. He didn’t wait for a reply. He turned, walked to the end of the corridor, and into the wide lobby space. The windows there stretched from the floor to the ceiling, looking out onto the city. It was morning. Cars moved up and down the roads like nothing was wrong. A bus passed

Juan stayed where he was for a while and then he sat on the couch, his elbows resting on his knees, fingers tangled in his hair as he exhaled slowly. The room had gone too quiet, save for the clock ticking on the wall and the faint hum of electricity from appliances.He stayed in that position for another few minutes, running through every moment that had led to now. The sounds of the gunshots were still.ooud in his ears as well as the beeping of the hospital machines, he still heard the inteen who to the senior doctor Arya's drip had been poisoned and he could still see the way Belle looked at him before walking out, her mouth twitching like she wanted to cry or curse or both but didn’t bother doing either.At first, he told himself it might be better this way. Maybe Arya didn’t need to come home to Belle. Maybe Belle didn’t need to be here when Arya walked through the door with her half-healed body and guarded silence. There’d been too many arguments between them already. And now th

Hm," Belle grinned, a mischievous smile curling on her lips. She stepped behind Arya's wheelchair and started to wheel her out of the living room and toward the side corridor that would lead her outside."Where are you going?" Arya asked, wincing in her seat. She was strange, feeling as though Belle could push her off of the chair and leave her in the garden."You could use an evening walk," Belle replied, shrugging. "Actually, I should have been more thoughtful towards you when I had a wheelchair.""Why?""So I'd have had someone to take me out for evening walks.""There are maids for that," Arya said, twisting a bit so she could see her."No, it's. different," Belle said, opening the door and wheeling her out. "Anyway, where do we go? Juan's house is enormous so there's lots to see. You are always locked up.""Show me somewhere that looks nice," said Arya, taking in their surroundings as they came outside.The air was coolish, and the lights along the pathway were already on, castin

Arya had dozed off again. Her breathing was peaceful, but Juan couldn't get out of his mind the way she'd woken up earlier, screaming and clutching her chest as if drowning. The bleeding was under control after the nurse left and her body was stable, but Juan wasn't.His phone beeped where it lay on the bedside table. He picked it up, squinting his brows at wbo it was. Hernandez: Can you come to the control room?Juan sighed and left the room softly, his hand grasping the doorframe as he closed the door behind him. His footsteps were soft in the hallway.The blue hallway lights danced off the marble. His mind was crammed with questions, frustration, and one persistent thought: It should have been me, not her."Juan," Hernandez stated, standing up upon sighting Juan. He also seemed he hadn't slept yet."Talk to me," Juan spoke, moving to stand next to him.Hernandez didn't flinch. He pointed to one of the monitors. "This came in thirty minutes ago from the camera we secretly installe