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Blushing vigorously, I turn quickly and power walk back to duty-free. I can’t believe he remembers my reaction to romance books. Of course, he’d remember to him it seems like yesterday even though it was years ago. I am hating it more and more, knowing that Greg has no memory of the last two years. It is the one thing about this I keep forgetting myself, ironically. In duty-free I look for their book section and try and find a good book to read after I finished reading Stuck in Paradise with You by Laura Carter. How funny that, how this book played out, I now have to live it. So, I look for something a little more darker. Maybe a mafia or even a fantasy with werewolves, I don’t know. Taking

“It’s getting hot in here, isn’t it?” A sexy smile flashed on his lips. My vision is just focusing on him. And for some reason, when I saw his bare neck, the sensation inside me tensed up. I feel like I wanted to devour his neck. I wanted to devour him alive. An image of him being naked while I’m under him flashed inside my head and fuck! My mind is now fantasizing over his hot and gorgeous body. The scene of us making out kept on replaying in my head. I feel like I’m thirsty and hungry.

I snapped, slamming my palm against the desk beside me for emphasis. He shrugged, slowly, deliberately. “What are you talking about?” I slammed the documents in my hand onto the table—the ones that had everything I needed on Kai. That’s when it hit me fully. His name. Kai Slayer. A deadly mafia lord, disguised, building an empire under his own control. I had heard the name Kai Slayer before. Everyone had. But I didn’t expect him to be this young, this daring. Not the face he showed. Not someone who could be as dangerous, maybe more, than my dad’s empire.

To him she's a bargaining chip, and I can't help wondering whether she's had any say in this arrangement. What unsettles me even more is Viktor himself, sitting there composed, silent, completely at ease. Oleg used the word grooming. Viktor has raised his daughter to be some man's possession, all to strengthen the Grinkov Bratva. That kind of blind devotion isn't ordinary loyalty, it borders on psychosis. "You're serious," I finally say, still half waiting for the punchline. Oleg's smile is patient. "I am." "Let me get this straight," I say slowly. "Your solution to end years of bloodshed is marriage to a girl half my age."

As Halloway always said “In order to be a good agent, you’ve got to be able to think like a crook and anyone that knew the Mafia families well enough also knew that they had to commit a crime to cover up an organized crime which most times would lead to a slip up. Although it was going to be really hard, Charlie knew that she just had to be a little patient because when that slip happened, she would be waiting to get it and hopefully unravel the deep dirty secrets of the mafia. Then New York would be a safer place and these dark times would be over. She looked up from the pile of paperwork on her desk which she was trying to get through ,yawning because she was beginning to feel a little sle

I admitted, pulling her phone out and placing it in the centre of the table. “I was once told that men like you always have a reason for doing these... torturing people. So, help me understand. What did he do to make you hurt him so brutally?” I regarded her while she waited for an answer, her eyes wandering around the cafe but not meeting mine for a single second. Maybe the thought of Leona had driven me toward her, but Abigail was nothing like that traitor. “That man was of the Bratva. They are—” “Russian Mafia.” She gave a half-shrug. “I know. They’re very notorious, from what I’ve read.”

"It's a good thing you're going to find out today, right?" ‎ ‎The door opened and I was immediately pushed inside the office. My gaze skidded over coquette styled book shelves, pink fluffy rug beneath classic chairs arranged at the side and a well decorated office table at the center of it all. ‎ ‎As my gaze landed on her, I shifted my cane to the other hand. This time, I was uncomfortable. "If you all react like that to my question, I'll be forced to believe that this is a cult." ‎‎She glanced through the pages of a book she picked from one of the shelves. "Won't that be a lot better?"

he said, “we begin for real. And you’ll understand why some choices can’t be undone.” Her pulse raced as he stepped back into the shadows, leaving her standing alone in the street, every sense on fire. She knew she was no longer an ordinary woman. She was a player in a dangerous game, drawn by the allure of power, the threat of violence, and the pull of a man who could break her in a thousand ways without ever touching her. And she realized something terrifyingly thrilling: she didn’t want to leave. Because Dante Moretti had crossed the line. And so had she.

What a fucking sight she was! The confidence she showed and the fire in her eyes—Rosaline Guerra did not have it, but Rose did, and I would have rather had Rose than the tamed sister of the Consigliere of the Vitale Crime Family. She lifted her ass from the counter for me to stride the dress down her legs, along with her lace panties. She did not object, but her eyes slightly widened. My mouth dried up at the sight of her pink pussy, desperate for my attention.

“Marriage between you and me? You see that—how it sounds? A B S U R D.” “It’s either that or you go back to Zeus. And trust me, you don’t want to find out what he will do to you.” The back of my knees hit the chair. His arm snakes around my waist, catching me. “Have you heard of Ravens?” I nod. Who doesn’t know about the five deadly mafia lords who rule the world with an iron fist? And I know he is one of them.