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But either of those things would probably be too much to say about me, but I don't think I'm too far off. After everything I've seen and been through, I'd like to think I have every right to be cold and heartless if I want to. I have the right to say that because I was a mafia boss at age 21 and saw something so terrible. I can do that because I really want to get back at them. When I turned around, I saw two of my men walking toward me as they were doing a patrol of the area. How can I find Francisco? I ask. They both look at each other, and then they turn and look at me. "Don, I think he's probably still in New Jersey." One of them replies. I tell him, "Have him call me." "There's stuff to

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I stop cold, my heartbeat thrumming with surprise and anger. It isn't the volume of his voice, it's the lethal edge. My spine locks as I turn toward the source. The living room glows with amber light from the fireplace, casting long shadows across the ornaterug. My father sits in his usual armchair, his jaw set like stone, and beside him, smugly sipping scotch and clearly enjoying the show, is Oleg Grinkov, the pakhan of the Grinkov Bratva. Shit. I didn't just get caught. I embarrassed my father in front of his boss. There will be hell to pay. I swallow hard and sidestep whats his name, shoving him behind me like a misbehaving dog.

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I sat to his right, my black dress revealing a bit of my cleavage, trying to look like I belonged in the mafia world, but I knew too well it wasn’t for me. The restaurant’s back room was dimly lit, candles flickering on heavy silver candelabras, and plates of risotto and osso buco arrived in perfect timing. Then the door opened. A man stepped in — tall but not as tall as Giovanni, leaner, dressed in charcoal grey with a blood-red pocket square. He carried his hair slicked back, had sharp cheekbones, and wore a smile that looked practised and dangerous. The room went still for half a second.

"Come, Founder. Let us see if your bond is stronger than the curse of the Wolf Mother." She opened a rift in the world. A scar of silver light. The shadows surged through it, dragging my mate into the abyss. She stepped through. The rift began to close. I stood in the ruins of my home. Blood on my hands. My heart ripped from my chest. But I was an Omega. I was the Queen of Steel. I was the Founder of the Unmasked. And I was going to burn the universe down to get him back. I grabbed the armory keys.

A smile found my lips in the dark behind my closed eyes. Subtle. Secretive. Belonging to no one but me. I was no longer just Georgia Mason, the flawless acquisition, the diamond princess preserved and displayed and maintained to someone else's precise specifications. I had become something else tonight under a bookstore awning in the rain. Something dangerous. Something that had remembered, in the press of warm hands and a mouth that meant what it did, that it was free. She left the water on the marble. The small rebellions are where it starts. -- J

Allowing me to do what I pleased with her body. It screwed with my mind to the point of no fucking return. I hated the way that shit played out tonight. Hell, she probably hated me now. I’d be surprised if she fucking didn’t. I knew that there was only one way to deal with witnesses… And that was by killing them. It was the rules of the fucking Mafia. But as I stared at her, took all of her in, and recounted everything that had happened between us tonight… I knew that I wouldn’t be able to bring myself to fucking do it.

Content warning ⚠️‼️: This book is a dark mafia romance containing explicit sexual content, graphic violence (including murder and assault), kidnapping, intense power exchange, spanking/discipline, rough sex, and strong language. It features an enemies-to-lovers arc with eventual mutual consent. Intended for mature readers 18+ only who enjoy very dark, possessive alpha heroes and high-stakes romance. Please read responsibly. Chapter 1 Lila Moreau had always known her father played with fire.

Shank" on the street. Nasty, batshit crazy piece of work. Deals on both sides of the border and don't mind killing anyone who gets in his way. Apparently, your girl tried to steal his car several years ago. That pretty face is what saved her life. Don't think she knows the half of what he's capable of or she would not have stayed in touch with him." Soloman grunted his acknowledgment, fury and stone-cold fear rushing through his veins. It was that pretty face and blas?? attitude that was going to get her fucked up by the psycho that was bold enough to cross a known mafia kingpin. A man that no one dared to fuck with. For good reason. Soloman Hart did business with brutal efficiency. "Where i