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(The girl who ran from hell) “She thought she was running from her demons. She didn’t know one of them had learned her name.” The story begins… Milan was in her bedroom, reading a steamy Mafia romance novel when noise from downstairs pierced through her subconscious. She flinched as the door slammed closed, dreading the reality that her husband is finally back home from his long business trip. Gripping the hardback in her already trembling hands, she anticipated his yells, demanding where the fuck she was.

My brain was still telling me to fight, to get away, to protect myself. But my body was betraying me completely. My hands that had been pushing against his chest were now gripping his shirt, twisting the fabric between my fingers. My lips were moving against his, kissing him back even though I knew I shouldn’t. The mate bond. It had to be the mate bond doing this to me, making me respond to him even when every logical part of my brain was screaming that this was a bad idea. Nathan’s hand moved from my hip and slid up my side, his palm hot even through the thin fabric of my shirt.

She was perfect. She was the key to destroying him. My wolf snarled again in my throat. Shit. He didn’t care about the strategy right now. He cared about Rhiannon. I closed my eyes and I could smell her again. That scent. It wasn’t just perfume. It was arousal and desperation. It was the sweet, rotting smell of a dying bond trying to hold on, mixed with something sharp and electric. Fear. I remembered the way her pulse had hammered when I caged her in. I could still feel the vibration of it against my chest.

His fingers grazed the nape of my neck first, then trailed slowly down my spine light, deliberate touches that made my body shiver involuntarily. “Cold?” he asked quietly, almost teasing. “Not exactly,” I whispered, my voice betraying the effect he had on me. From the corner of my eye, I caught the small black velvet box in his other hand. He flipped it open, and there it was — a diamond necklace so beautiful it could have been stolen from a royal vault. The sparkling stones caught the dim light, and in the center hung a delicate charm with the letter R engraved in gold. My initial. My breath caught. “Luther… this is—”

His hand rested over my womb like both a promise and a claim. It should have terrified me. Instead, as his steady heartbeat thrummed against my back and his warm breath brushed over my nape, I found myself hoping — dangerously, foolishly, desperately hoping — that this terrifying new future might somehow be real. Baldwin pressed a soft kiss to my shoulder and tightened his hold around me. “Sleep, my perfect mate,” he murmured, voice low and full of quiet promise. As sleep began to pull me under again, cocooned in his warmth and strength, I allowed myself one final, reckless thought:

I said. The truth was between us. My phone buzzed one last time. A new message. Change of plan. Bring Ethan Blackwood. Or your brother disappears before sunset. My blood ran cold. They weren’t separating us. They were forcing us together. And suddenly I understood the real twist. This was never about breaking us apart. It was about seeing what we would burn down for each other.

Eyes that will probably hunt her for the rest of her life after this case. Was it worth the risk, pursuing this friendship? Could she even call it a friendship when the two of them were obviously trying to get into each other's pants again? Having a romantic relationship as an agent is, admittedly, difficult. She had seen romantic relationships fail and gone through a couple of rough ones herself. That was why she had decided on not pursuing one and occasionally getting laid with a stranger. But this stranger had a name and a penchant for twisting her panties in a bunch. Charlie's phone vibrated on the table. With an apologetic look at Maddox, she read the message from Jake.

_______________ **BLURB** Book 1] CRIMSON : 'Il Velo di MINE' {The Veil of Mine} from MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE series He lowered his head, his pupils burning like an ignited flame. "Maybe you think you can escape from me... BUT YOU CAN'T GET AWAY FROM ME", He whispered softly in her ears, causing her to shiver under his gaze. He was her WARMTH. She was his PEACE. but everything was not this simple at all. *** Zafira Wilder, a 30-year-old divorcee, thought she had escaped the shadows of her past, but her world is about to be shattered.

The faint click of glass against tile. He’ll think it’s her, she told herself desperately. He won’t notice until it’s too late. In her mind, the night rewrote itself. Roman stepping out, tired, distracted. Slipping into bed. Touching her. Realizing too late. Or not caring at all. She smiled into the pillow, gripping the sheets. The fantasy was complete. Perfect. Inevitable. She didn’t consider the cameras. Or the locks. Or the fact that Roman Thorne never entered a room without knowing exactly who was in it.

He was about to pull away when things were getting pretty intense but she pleaded. “Don’t stop Ronald, I want you....” Raina pulled away from the kiss and let go of her robe. Ronald’s jaw was literally on the carpet. He couldn’t believe what he was looking at. Raina was in red sexy lingerie which enhanced her well-defined bump. Ronald could feel himself getting hard, he was sure a cold shower couldn’t cure his erection this time around. He wanted her so bad. “This is the best birthday gift, my love, I promise to be as gentle as I can.” He lifted her in a bridal style, ready to make love to the Queen of his Heart. The End.........