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Richard stepped close—so close I could feel the heat radiating off him. “You’re not a girl, Amelia,” he murmured, brushing a lock of hair from my face. “But you’re not ready to play with fire.” “Then teach me,” I whispered. The look in his eyes changed. Darkened. His hand moved to the back of my neck, and he kissed me—slow, controlled, until I gasped against his mouth and melted into him. There was nothing gentle after that. He spun me, pressing my chest against the bookshelf as his body caged mine. His mouth dragged along the curve of my neck. His hand slipped under the silk, cupping my breast, squeezing hard enough to make me cry out.

The chains clinked as Carlos was lowered to the ground. A gruntled moan leaving his lips at the now cold concrete beneath his skin. I dropped to my knees beside him, lifting his head into my lap. His head resting between my hands as I gently smoothed his skin in hopes of somehow comforting him. "La princesa de la mafia" Carlos coughed. "I am so sorry Carlos," I cried. This was my fault,all my fault. The corner of his lips twitched a crooked smile "Nothing a couple of bandaids can not fix Mi amor" his voice cracked.

“Like it’s just another war you have to control.” “It is.” “No,” she said firmly. “It stopped being just that the moment you kissed me.” Silence. Deep. Heavy. Unavoidable. “And now?” she asked. His breath slowed. “Now it’s complicated.” Nyra almost laughed—but there was no humor in it. “Complicated?” she repeated. “That’s what you’re calling this?” “What do you want me to call it?” She didn’t hesitate. “Real.” The word settled between them like something fragile and dangerous.

“What do you want?” “What do I want?” Kofi let out a dry, harsh laugh. He pulled out his phone and held the screen in front of my face. The front page of the city sports section showed the picture from the kiss, big bold headlines about a secret six-year romance. “The league is all over this, El. Yesterday, we were fighting hard against the Kings. You were slashing Wolfe’s wrists in the third. And today? You’re married to him? Sharing his penthouse?” “It’s private,” I said, my voice cold and empty. “I don’t owe the team an explanation about my personal life.”

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Her Chosen Mate (Book 3) *** 1. Can't Help Falling in Love (Book 1) 2. Purchased By The Mafia (Book 2) 3. Her Mysterious Lover (Book 3) 4. My Girlfriend is Mafia Queen (Book 4) 5. Loving A Mafia (Book 5)- Upcoming **** 1. Chosen By An Alpha (Stand-Alone) No One POV . A loud wailing could be heard from a child who was crying because of the hunger, but her father, on the other side, was busy in fucking someone else. Tears came out from a four-month-old infant due to suffocation and hunger.

“Do you think it’s fun to lie to me? Matthew, do you think that I’m easy to fool because I’m dumb?” Matthew quickly gripped her hand tightly when he saw that her eyes were filled with anger. “Christina, it’s not what you think. I’ll explain, alright?” “Fine. Start talking!” Christina was trying hard to control her emotions while she listened to his explanation. “Rachel isn’t my fiancée. My dad just agreed to it verbally, so it doesn’t count! You know that wealthy families have political marriages, but it’s all wishful thinking. I won’t let them manipulate me as they please.”

"Sorry. What I meant was, that it took a while for you to figure it out and send her home to us. Not that we weren't grateful, we are. Now, she's here and the wedding shall proceed as planned." Rafael was so fucking confused. Or maybe he was drunk as fuck. "What are you talking about, Alec?" He growled impatiently. He had no time for this. He had to go back out there and find his angel. "Shit. My wife's pregnancy brain is rubbing off on me." He paused. El Patrón could almost hear his friend's brain thinking. Fuck! Any second now. "I mean, you sent me an email more than a month ago, letting me know. Dominic couldn't express his gratitude enough. His sister will be present at her wedding. She

"She started out at Southern Michigan like I did. But a few months after we got together she transferred to nursing school. There was nothing dramatic about it. We just drifted apart and realized it wasn't meant to be." "That is rather anti-climactic," I agree as we squeeze past a woman who is standing in the middle of the aisle reading the back of a book she had just picked up. The cover is black and has a picture of a man's torso, as he's holding a soccer ball. "Hmm. Looks like some interesting reading material," I say quietly. Rowen glances over to see what I'm talking about and chuckles. "You just think the cover it hot." "I just think soccer players are hot."

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. This book is a sequel to the book, Chased By Nikolas Ardolf. It deals with Amelia and Matteo's heart-stopping romance. It can be read as a stand-alone book. Story Summary An unknown city. A car accident! A roguishly handsome mechanic! It’s too much for twenty-two-year-old Amelia Mitchell to handle. With eyes like amber whiskey, he tempts her innocent heart, makes her fall head over heels in love with him. However, soon she realizes his true identity! He is everything