The Mafia' s Bride
The man didn’t look away.
Yasmine resisted the urge to shift under his gaze.
Luca stood and walked toward her.
His hand settled on her arm—firm, possessive.
“Dante,” he said smoothly, “meet Yasmine.”
A pause.
“Yasmine… my Consigliere and partner, Dante Romano.”
Dante rose and stepped forward, extending his hand.
Yasmine placed hers in his, polite but distant.
“Nice to meet you, Signore Romano.”
“My pleasure, Donna,” he replied with a slight nod.
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