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He laughs at Fabiana's outbursts of anger. I texted you up to eight times last night, but you never replied. Fabiana responds, stopping the momentum of the book. It's not like you've texted more than seven times in a row, right? Charlie delivers her words in a confident manner. Good to Know. From her bag, Fabiana takes out a small black book with a spiral binding. Because he gave Armando his new identity, this is his old personality. She, on the other hand, doesn't give a damn. Has a good understanding of basic mathematical concepts.

“There is a gun under your seat. Make sure it’s loaded.” He didn’t hesitate, pushing his hands under and picking up the gun. I sighed as the lights turned green and we began to move again. “Where exactly are we going?” Fabio asked, flexing the pistol in his hand. I don’t know why or how, but I felt a sense of pride at watching him handle the gun well. “There is an auction. We need to pick an original portrait. The whispers of eternity.” I said easily, diverting from the road. Fabio blanched. “The Whispers of Eternity by Isadora Veltin?”

"Sir Fabio!" "Hello. I just want to check on you. So, how are you?" he asked, trying to put on his usual poker face, but I felt he was a little shy. As of the moment, he's wearing a v-neck white long-sleeve, and brown pants. His get-up is homely, but he is still very handsome, and his unique s*x appeal is heart-stopping! "I'm fine. How are you?" I asked back, trying to keep cool, but I knew I was a bit awkward.

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

Dante tilted his head slightly, eyes fixed on Fabio. The entire room seemed to hold its breath. Fabio swallowed. “I’m very sorry, sir…” His voice was lower than usual, but he held Dante’s gaze. “I should have told you about the plan I had… to bring that girl here. But I really wanted it to be a surprise.” Whispers rose quickly. Dante didn’t blink. His jaw tightened but he said nothing. Fabio continued, feeling the weight of his boss’s gaze piercing his soul. “I was forced to lie to you several times… I didn’t want you to suspect I sent men to Russia to kidnap Svetlana.”

The air in the room suddenly felt humid, and entirely too close. Maria was setting a plate piled high with scrambled eggs and bacon in front of him. She nodded politely to me. “Good morning, Miss Tiana. Coffee?” “Yes, please, Maria. Thank you,” I managed, my voice sounding strained. I still hadn't moved. At the sound of my voice, Fabio lowered the paper, folding it with deliberate slowness. He turned his head and then swiveled his entire torso, his broad chest fully presented to me. My breath hitched. His chest was covered in a light, dusting of dark hair that arrowed down toward the waistband of his shorts. He had a scar, faint but noticeable, just above his left ribcage.

she grumbled, rubbing her temples as if I had given her a headache with my story. I shrugged, “I didn’t want to make you worry - and I know how much I had lectured you about staying away from Fabio because he is a Castello, and now look.” Giulia laughed prettily. “And now you’re the one lusting after a Castello. Is he as disfigured as they say?” I shook my head and fought the blush which threatened to spill out onto my cheeks. “He’s got a scar across his eye, but it makes him look rugged. The sort of man you want to stare at all day just because he looks like a work of art.”

"That is an insult." Fabio scoffed and said, "I was outnumbered, and outgunned. And I knew that Konstantin would not have had a problem with killing me there, so I endured." He took in a deep breath and continued. "And he has not even known of what happened between you and Nadia. I can't imagine what he would do when he finds out that the woman he dreams of getting married to, drugged and fucked his arch enemy, and got pregnant." Adriano chuckled dryly. "It makes for a good plot, doesn't it?"

He began to scrutinize the sheets Fabio had just handed him, carefully examining them for any crucial information he could use to support his current plans. Fabio Saramossa himself was of Italian descent, having devoted over 20 years to Raphael. As his right-hand man, Fabio had undertaken numerous tasks, from the mundane to the dangerously risky. For him, Raphael's word was law; contradicting it was unthinkable, let alone failing to carry out his orders.

THE COVER Copyrights of the photo used in creating the book cover belongs to a creator in FREEPIK. I am not the original owner and all the credits for it belongs to the owner. THE BOOK This is my first book on good novel and also my first mafia romance ever. I sincerely hope that you find it interesting and engage massively. I am going to have fun and enjoy writing this piece, so have fun reading it as well. I will try my best to keep updating it as often as I can and the goal is to finish everything about HOW TO TRAP A MAFIA BOSS by December.