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What if I leave an anonymous tip for the government, would I be able to leave this hell hole? I let out a huge sigh, my attention still on the men taking the boxes inside. Then I see a car pull up and Dominic alights. My heart actually skips a beat. He is putting on a. Pair of blue faded jeans and a white Shirt which is hugging his physique perfectly, leaving his tattoo visible for my eyes to feast on. How can a thirty year old man look so good in anything? Shame on you, Greece. How can I be ogling at a murderer? He killed my family and massacred my clan. I will never forget that neither will I ever forgive him.

VICTORIA "Angelo, keep me updated. I want to know when they have him. There can’t be any mistakes," he muttered so low I only caught it because he was sitting beside me. "Yes, sir." Angelo leaned down, answering through the window. "Enjoy your honeymoon." He looked at me with a smile. "I promise I’ll return him with at least a little energy left," I shot back shamelessly, earning a grin from Angelo and a snort from Lorenzo.

My thoughts were quickly confirmed when I gave him a questioning look. "Nothing," he said with a soft smirk. "You are not a very convincing liar." For a moment there, a tiny insecure moment, I thought it was game over for me and that he figured out what my real intentions were. And knowing the fact that behind his playful exterior, he was Dominic Romano, a man who valued blood and family and a man who would not hesitate once to kill me even if he had an inkling of my plans, for a brief second I blanched.

Marcus says. “Then I guess your memory is a bit foggy because Mr Angelo is straight, he just has a weird way to show he cares or wants something.” “Yeah defend him, I don’t blame you. You haven’t been here longer than any of us so you are really short in information.” Marcus says. “What do you mean?” “It is no new news. Mr Angelo’s ex-fiancee. Since that hot chick Susanna walked out of Mr Angelo’s life he hasn’t been the same and it can be possible he is trying to find love elsewhere aside from hooking up with random girls.” Marcus speaks boldly.

"I apologize to our partners and our employees for the uncertainty this has caused. We will make this right." I covered my mouth with my hand, tears blurring my vision. He’s apologizing. He’s taking the hit for me. Vito Romano, the man who ruled New York’s underworld with an iron fist, was bowing his head to the vultures of the press just to shield a "wife" who was living a lie. He was sacrificing his legendary pride to protect my name—or rather, the name I had stolen. The commentators on the screen began dissecting his performance immediately, calling it a "clumsy display of romantic bias" and "a dangerous sign of weakness from the Romano Patriarch." The high-level executives visible in the

She leaned back in her chair, her gaze fixed on Dominic's face, unwilling to look away. Dominic put the disability certificate aside, took out a pack of cigarettes, and offered one to Angel. "Have a seat. Since you're here, let's talk for a bit." Angel nodded and sat back down on the sofa. Dominic took a seat as well. "How's work at Galaxy Electronics?" Angel paused briefly. He roughly understood Dominic's intent, but still answered, "It's going pretty well." Dominic nodded, clearly satisfied. Angel's handling of the situation the day before had shown decisiveness, which sparked Dominic's interest in recruiting him.

I am quivering and lightheaded by the time Gabriel pulls his cock from my ass and barely remember being lifted off of Domenic, but the gentle kisses as they untie me and wash me up are enough to make my body quake with aftershocks of pleasure and the heightened sensitivity from this evening’s events. Domenic holds me and Gabriel holds him as Domenic whispers to us, “My first and only dom was my Papa…not my birth father, but a family friend. I went to live with him when I was seventeen. I saw how he looked at other men and I knew I looked at men the same way. I didn’t tell him until I was nineteen and he asked if I found him attractive because he had noticed how attractive I had become as I m

"And you picked Dominic fucking Castellano?" "I didn't choose him," I protested, my flush creeping upward to my cheeks. "I didn't even know his name. He didn't use a last name. Just Dominic. He bought me a drink, and we talked. he was friendly, cryptic. I assumed he was a traveler or an entrepreneur type. I did not inquire." Mia's jaw dropped into a pout. "Elena. You are a police officer. You read others for a living." I had thrown myself back onto the couch and groaned. "I know. I was not sane. I just. I had to not be in control once in a while. And he-he knew this. He knew me like an evil book or something."

Shawn asked again, this time he wasn’t smiling, the fact that Amelia’s life was put at risk because of this dude didn’t abode well with him, Shawn had asked him numerously if she was fine and as far as he saw, she was handling it more better than he thought, in just a few minutes she could talk over it like it was some small issue+ or at lest pretend it was . The man spit to the floor, refusing to respond to Shawn’s question and that brought a smile to his face as he flex his knuckles putting on some knuckles brace, he gave the man a punch to the face, breaking his nose and splitting his lips with just one hit, and then he gave the man another hit, followed by another till his face was a blo

Alpha Damien stormed towards the person he hated most in the world—Ariel. He wanted to torture her, torture her so much that, she would feel pain that, even he, had never felt before. He wanted to punish and torture her to the extent that, she would beg him to kill her. Likewise, he wanted her to feel a pulsing type of pain never experienced before, so much that his heart ached, and he felt a blinding anger taking over him, consuming his whole body.