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Every deal, every bullet, every drop of blood spilled—mine. I don’t move without purpose. Each moment is calculated. The Bratva? The Pakhan himself drinks at my table. We’re not friends—we’re allies soaked in blood and greed. I don’t trust anyone, but I know who fears me. And that’s enough. My hands are stained, yes—but I wear the darkness like a second cloak. I love the power it pours, I love the blood. I built this life brick by brick, bone by bone. And anyone who thinks they can take it from me?

He dragged me to his car, but my eyes never once left the floor, where the dead body of my father lay. For the first time in my life… I felt lost. “La mia principessa araba,” he murmured, cocking his head to the side. “My Arabian princess. You don’t need your father. You have me now.” He shoved me into the car, forcing the seatbelt on me, before sliding into the Driver’s seat himself. “I’ll take care of you, il mio amore.” My love. “With my dying breath. I promise you. You have just witnessed my loyalty for yourself. You don’t need anyone else but me. I’m going to make you happy. My mafia princess. My beautiful mafia princess…”

a deep voice commands. I turn. He walks in like he owns the place. Broad shoulders under a tailored black suit, dark eyes that slice through the chaos. His presence is heavier than the gunfire. Dante Morreti. I know that name. Whispers. Mafia. Blood. Power. The devil of New York. His gaze pins me in place. My chest tightens, breath shallow. “She’s the bride?” he asks, almost amused. “Yes, Boss,” one of his men answers. “Pretty little thing,” Dante murmurs, eyes raking me head to toe. “Shame she belongs to a coward.”

The club was only dimly lit, the air thick with the reek of alcohol and despair. It was the kind where handshakes sealed deals and were broken by gunfire. I sat in the quiet booth, whiskey in front of me, back to the wall. I waited. For her. Fiorella D'Angelo. The so-called queen of her father's empire. I'd spent the day wondering whether she'd be even remotely the woman people described. The mafia had a reputation for exaggeration, making men monsters, women mythical legends that people couldn't even touch. Most of the time, that's just what they were, exaggerated tales.

"And don't tell me it's nothing. Marcus Wheeler gets attacked, you two suddenly disappear to make mysterious calls, and now our house looks like a military base." Dimitri exchanged a glance with Vale, some silent communication passing between them. Finally, Vale sighed. "Blair, how much do you know about your stepfather's business?" "Just that he's wealthy," I said slowly. "Why?" "Because Valor Diablos isn't just a businessman," Dimitri said bluntly. "He's the head of one of the most powerful mafia families on the West Coast." The words hung in the air, impossible and yet explaining everything—the security, all the secrecy, the way Dimitri always said he was dangerous and he wasn't good for

There was no undoing it. Because in Dante Moretti’s world, curiosity and desire were never safe. But they were impossible to resist.

He glanced at the table where all my blackmail devices lay exposed, before turning his cold gaze back to me. “You think you can use all this… all this bullshit on me? You think your fucked ass can get you the Dunes entity?” He turned slightly, his eyes flicking briefly toward the guards by the couch. “Light my cigar, Roman.” The taller one moved at once, offering a lit cigar. Blake took it without a word, bringing it to his lips and drawing in a slow, controlled drag, his gaze never leaving mine. “Lucien, talking about wasting her… mmmm… her pussy smells good, and… it tastes good too… I think there's something about her worth keeping for now.”

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

Book 2: CORAZON 'MINE Ombra' [MINE Shadow] story of Draven Sartori & Throne Sartori Book 3: CIELO 'MINE Custodi' [MINE Guardian] story of Cassius Sartori Book 4: PEONY 'MINE Sussurro' [MINE Whisper] story of Magnus Sartori Book 5: LUZ 'MINE Segreto' [MINE Secret] story of the youngest member named Seraphim Sartori. Perfect for Mafia Dark romance lovers who crave a blend of danger, desire, and the unnatural. _________________________ **LEADS** AZRAEL SARTORI 32 6'3 Italy, Rome Boss/ King : Sartori Mafia "I am the storm, and you are the calm; together we create a tempest that will shatter the world." AZRAEL SARTORI ZAFIRA WILDER 30 5'8 Italy, Rome Independent Divorcee "Every moment without you