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I kept a straight face, and she sat up straight. “I mean, have you ever thought what a mafia man would be without his drink, drugs, and weed? They go hand in hand, don’t they?” I asked, and she gave a gentle nod. “You have a point, but then how do I bypass the authority?” I scoffed when she asked. “You are speaking to Dante Guerra,” I said, adjusting my tie with a smirk on my face. “So, do we have a deal?” I asked, and she nodded, stretching her hand.

“Dimitri being gone reminded me of the time he went to war in Chicago. The Outfit tried to kill us all at the Black and White Ball by blowing up the hall next door, then kidnapping Dimitri’s mother afterwards. When he came back from that, he wasn’t the same. My husband was still there, though; trapped under all the torture and blood. So I want to warn you that, depending on how all of this goes, Kieran might not be the same when he returns.” Amaranthe’s words are like a shock to her system. She should have expected it, though; she knew that. Kieran was a mafioso, a bad guy with an even worse reputation. Giving Amaranthe a tight smile, she takes a sip of her iced tea. “I sort of figured that

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to draw in a breath. Dante’s voice was quiet and dangerous, rough with warning as he said, “Because I missed you.” He directed a cold smirk at me as he added, "Little sister." _____ Hello, dear readers. I write Dark Romance- about mafia, bully, arrange marriage, obsessed anti-heroes that you'll always fall in love with. And the theme of this book is the same. But this is the first time I am writing a book with mmfm. And if you skipped the Introduction, please note, this book will be DARK, with various themes you might not be comfortable with. A. Gupta

He walked towards me on the bed, his thick footsteps hitting the floor. As soon as I felt his presence near me, I jerked up and wanted to attack him with a pen I found on the bed. He was quick to grab my hand and held it tight. Our eyes met, he was… Dominick Castillo, the same Mafia lord I was sent to steal drugs from last month.

Damien's smirk widened as he watched the realization sink in, his eyes gleaming as he took a step closer, closing the distance between us. "How does it feel, Princess?" he taunted, his voice dripping with arrogance. "Knowing that I've been the one giving you your most desired pleasure all this while? Your brother's arch-nemesis, the heir to the rival mafia group of your precious family's empire, and yet you are always here, begging at my feet to suck my cock and bring you to orgasm with my tongue." His words sent a shiver down my spine, my mind flooded with memories of our secret escapades, each one more exhilarating than the last. I inwardly cursed myself for succumbing to his charms, for l

She had been claimed, branded, but today she was bound by a series of oaths as frigid as the empire they were entering. "Do you, Dysis Salmon, consider Alexander Levi to be your lawfully wedged husband?" Though her hands shook only momentarily, Dysis calmed herself and grabbed the silk of her garment with relentless force. Her breath stitched slightly. She could feel the guests staring at her, each one silently evaluating the moment. "I do," she said, her voice calm and clear. She knew the words were real even though they seemed alien on her tongue. She was not giving Alexander the man her complete yes. She was approving Alexander Levi, the mafia boss. To the authority. Regarding the future.

The situation I was in helped me recollect my thoughts. He sat in the chair Marcus had occupied earlier, his elbows resting on the armrests, his fingers steepled in front of him. His dark eyes locked onto mine with an anger that made my blood turn to ice. Alexander Wolfe, the man behind the syndicate. The man who could make people disappear with a single word. He was terrifyingly calm, but his scrunched up face reflected the anger radiating from him like heat from a furnace. “Cassandra I presume,” he said, his voice low and measured.

My irritation grew as he chuckled softly. He took another step closer. Now there was barely space between us. “Then tell me how it works.” “You’re the mafia king,” I said quietly. “You order people around.” “And you obey?” “No.” “Yet you're standing here, right in front of me.” His gaze was intense, making my heart race. “Because I want answers.” “And if I don’t give them?” “Then I’ll find them myself.” A slow smile appeared on his face. “Dangerous promise.”

“I have errands to run. I’m not locked up here.” He raised an eyebrow. “Errands? What errands does a mafia wife in Naples have that you can’t tell her husband about?” She took a slow breath. “My friend Chiara found a shop with rare medicinal herbs. You know I care more about those than jewels. I went to get what I needed.” Luca set down his glass. “Without asking me first.” “I asked when I said ‘I do.’ That cover it?” Her tone was light, but her heart raced. She’d tried this line before, testing the line between wife and prisoner.

His breath hitched when my tongue teased his earlobe. "Now you have your answer," I whispered, trailing kisses down his jaw. He groaned, hand gripping my waist unconsciously. I pulled back with a wicked smile, pushing him off lightly. "Prepare the battleground, Dante. Let’s see if you can handle me." *** By the time night bled into the compound, the arena was alive. Torches burned in iron stands, their flames crackling against the dark sky. The ground was black stone, scarred from years of bloodshed. On one side, long benches stacked with mafia men in tailored suits and women draped across their laps, half-drunk, half-used. They chanted, laughed, their voices raw and wild.