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I am even putting in his bloody shirt. I suddenly feel unclean. I let that brute touch me. Anger burns through my veins. This is the end of it all. It all ends here. Beautiful Readers, The first stage of Luca and Skylar's love story ends here. Stay active for book two ( Taming the Mob Boss) as Luca fights through storms to keep his Skylar by his side forever. Love, Blaq.

"Look at her—look at what she's become. And you still love her? Tonight, I'll stay with you. I can do what she did, but better. I'm the one who's meant to be Mrs. Palmer!" But when Felix heard that, the murderous intent in his eyes intensified. His pupils were bloodshot, like a beast on the verge of devouring its prey. While Darcy looked at him expectantly, he called to the security team, "Lock them up. I'll settle their little score when Felicity's better." The three lackeys stared in shock, realizing they'd become accomplices to a mistress, and now they were going down with her. They began to argue, throwing blame at each other, a chaos of desperate accusations.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. Such a perfect little mouth. Look at you… choking on my cock like a good girl.” His words made me moan around him, the vibration drawing another deep groan from his chest. He tightened his grip on my hair, guiding me faster but still careful. Saliva dripped down my chin, but I didn’t care. I wanted to please him. I wanted to hear more of those praises. “That’s my girl,” he growled, his voice rough with pleasure. “You’re doing so fucking good for me.” I looked up at him through teary eyes, moaning softly as he used my mouth, completely lost in the moment — his taste, his sounds, his dominance, and the way he kept calling me his good girl.

I shuddered, not liking the attention. Carlisle continued, gesturing toward a man with thick muscles and a face that looked like it had taken one too many hits. “Dante Moretti. He’s old-school mafia, no frills, just violence. His girlfriend, Rosa, is a bit out of place here, but she’s harmless.” I looked at Rosa, whose bright smile and bubbly demeanor seemed completely at odds with the grim faces around her. She seemed out of place, just like me.

"Maybe I'm just a Roglas. That seems to be enough." "No." Rafael shifted to face her fully. "This isn't about your family name. I've dealt with the Roglases before. They're small-time, barely worth my attention. But tonight, I watched the Bratva, the Calabrians, and a private military contractor all try to grab you. That level of interest doesn't come from being a minor mafia princess." Cassandra's face had gone pale. "I don't understand." "Neither do I. Yet." The car pulled into an underground garage. Rafael's safe house, a renovated warehouse he used for situations exactly like this. Secure, private, impossible to find unless you knew where to look.

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze. “You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins. His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

Just like that. Instead, I open my laptop and do what any rational person would do when they find out they're marrying a stranger. I G****e him. Blaze Langston. The search results make my blood run cold. Page after page of articles, photos, speculation. "Business magnate." "Real estate empire." "Rumored organized crime connections." The photos show a man who looks like he stepped out of a movie about dangerous people. Tall, dark-haired, with eyes that seem to look right through the camera and into your soul.

Dante. “I told you bringing in the girls would make a huge difference, look how much we’ve made in two months.” Luca my brother gloated, making himself comfortable on the sofa across from me. “That bastard, Calista can eat his words.” Two months ago, he came up with the idea of buying girls from “The Echo.” It was an organized crime syndicate involved in all forms of criminal activities. I wasn’t innocent, I had my methods but I preferred to distance myself from certain crimes, trafficking being one of them but when Luca brought up the statistics of the New York casino, I knew we had to consider alternatives.

The moon shining in through the window catches the edge of his smirk as he shimmies down the bed to press soft kisses to the skin of my neck. “No marks,” I hiss when he bites. “You know how Mama gets.” His laugh rumbles through my body. I relax into it. I’m home. Not just my home, my family’s home. And we’re all safe, at least for tonight. Dante skims his hand up under my shirt, dancing around the thick bandage on my ribs. A cooking incident. I ran into a pan one of the girls forgot to turn in. He cups my breast, and the importance of the details fades. His thumb teases my nipple to attention in a few quick swipes. I pant against his hand on my mouth, harsh in the quiet night air. He stares