Kiss The Enemy
His jaw tightened, their alcove passion, her fierce trust, a flame that burned through every threat.
Gianna Moretti slipped into the room, her black sweater soft, her emerald eyes gleaming with warmth, her braid loose. Her command of La Rosa Nera, a defiance of mafia tradition, was a spark that ignited Kai, their marriage a fire that anchored them. Lorenzo’s hit on her mother, a shared wound, deepened their bond, their love a refuge in the city’s chaos. She crossed to him, her hands sliding around his waist, her voice sultry. “You’re brooding, Castellano.”
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