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He smiled, brushing his palm to my cheek. "Okay," I agreed, sending him a smile of my own. Placing a kiss on the bridge of my nose Lucien left, Leaving me alone. 🎲🎲♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️🎲🎲 LUCIEN'S POV- I pushed the door to Lorenzo's office open. Lorenzo, Marcel and Diego Sat on the sofas, a glass of whisky in each of their hands.

“I-I just had an accident. I bumped into—” “Don’t lie to me, Gianna.” His voice dropped lower, firm enough to make my chest ache. “I can tell when you’re lying.” With that, he sat down beside me, close enough that I could feel the heat of his body seeping into mine. Of course, he was Leandro De Luca. The man didn’t only read balance sheets and boardroom strategies. He could read people, me included. Fighting that certainty in his voice felt useless. My lips parted, ready to confess, but he cut me off before I could.

Luca looked her in the eyes. “If I told you I’m connected to the underworld… would you be scared enough to walk away?” he asked. His voice wasn’t as steady as usual. Lucy took a slow breath. There was fear in her eyes—just for a second—but she didn’t step back. Instead, she asked, “Isn’t Luciano Mancini… the Italian don?” Luca frowned slightly, caught off guard by the shift. He studied her for a moment, trying to understand where that question was coming from. If he didn’t know her the way he did, he might’ve thought she was digging for something more… something dangerous.

“He didn’t even ask questions. Just made Ethan give everything back to me.” Beside me, Giulia popped open a can of lemon soda, letting out a dramatic sigh as she leaned back. “That man’s dangerous and romantic,” she said, swigging it. “Honestly, if he wasn’t your husband, I might’ve fallen a little in love too.” I snorted, eyes still fixed on the documents. “No, seriously,” Giulia continued, tossing the empty can into the back seat. “He’s scary, but in a protective, mafia-alpha kind of way. Kind of hot.”

I ask quietly, and she laughs again? "Trust. Let your heart fall for him and trust Him. The details about who he is will come. Don't learn everything right away. What will you talk about in 500 years," Giulia asks playfully and I stand up. I give her a quick smile before running from the room. DOMENICO POV Sweat trickles down my tan skin as Marco and Luigi crouch in front of me in defensive positions. We are all breathing hard, but mine is mostly from holding back. If I went full out on the pair of them they would be in the dirt already.

He could only feel. His chest heaved as if he’d run for miles, and his legs trembled beneath him. Alessio De Luca, heir to one of the most powerful mafia dynasties in the state, the man raised to be ruthless, untouchable, cold had just made love to a man. Not just any man. To Rafael Montoya. The same man whose sister was promised to him in marriage. The same man who had looked at him tonight like he wanted to kill him…and then kissed him like he’d die without him. What the fuck have I done?

Hi everyone, This is my love letter to you, *Giggles* Thank you so much for reading this book. I went through a wild emotional ride writing it. I love you all so much and I appreciate your support. If you enjoy my writing and are wondering what to read next, I got you. Mafia books on this platform: Take me I'm yours ( stalker romance) His secret wife (Marriage of convience) Werewolf books on this platform: The royally screwed Luna

🔞WARNING:🔞 This chapter contains explicit smut. ******* Luca's POV: I pounded into the warm cavern of a dye-blond hair girl under me, rocking and thrusting at a stable pace. I watched her fake long eyelashes flutter, and her way-too-red lip gloss parted as she let out endless moans that filled the silent room with a lewd sound.

Giulia De Angelis Vincenzo took off his clothes, turning around when he penetrated with force I screamed hoarsely with my throat scratching, Giovanni approached like a jaguar stalking its prey being careful not to step on the vomit, he pulled my hair forcing me to stare, bringing his hand to the hard flesh moving, roaring my name in ecstasy I realized the size of the dirt in the soul, with its liquid running down the face giving the clear message. I belong to them

His lips close to my face, I can feel his warm breath on me. “Don’t fucking tempt me Lucky Gianluca.” He releases me, instantly I miss the touch of his hand on my flesh. I shake myself and throw my long hair that I have braided, over my shoulder. He takes the book closes it, and opens it again at the beginning, “Power Play Passion,” he reads the title and nods. “Very good.” He hands me the book back. I glare at him torn between wanting to slap his handsome face and throwing back the covers so he can finish what he has started. I can’t even get myself off since he lays beside me in the bed.