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A small velvet box appeared. "Adrian..." He opened it. Inside was a beautiful ring. "I know we already have rings." "This one is different." "How?" "There are no conditions." He got down on one knee. "Elena Rossi, will you marry me again?" I laughed through my tears. "You're asking me to marry the same man twice?" "Yes." "Why?" "Because the first time, you married a mafia don." "And this time?" He smiled. "Just a man who loves you." I wiped my tears. "Yes." He slipped the ring onto my finger. Then he stood and kissed me. No contract. No money. Just love.

“The marriage will be held in two days. I’ll have someone prepare everything. All you need to do is show up and put on a good act. Don’t embarrass me in front of the guests.” Arabelle’s jaw tightened. “Do you ever consider me your daughter, or am I just a tool you use to gain more power?” “I’m doing this for you, Arabelle, so shut the fuck up and stop complaining.” “You’re doing this for yourself, padre,” she snapped back. “Everything you do is for your empire. This marriage is just another move to expand your mafia and strengthen your alliance with the Valerios.” Vittorio’s expression turned to stone. He stood, crossed the room in two strides, and grabbed her by the throat, slamming her aga

he said, holding out his hand, his voice smooth and commanding, sending a shiver down my spine. I took his arm, my fingers lightly brushing against his as we walked inside the chic restaurant. We were seated at a secluded table with a breathtaking view of the city below. This was our official first date since both our families decided that I was to marry him, an arrangement to bring together the two of the strongest mafia families in existence. The flickering candlelight cast a warm glow on Nico’s face, making him look even more handsome. For a moment, I just stared at him, soaking in every detail.

Their gazes meet and a look of pure hostility passes through them. Elle turns towards a redheaded woman in her late thirties. “She’s here, Roxie,” Elle says in a sweet voice. Roxanna looks up and scowls at Scarlett who’s standing near the bar. “Why did you tell me to invite her?” Roxanna whines. “She’s a crook! We can’t have her around. And her scumbag husband is in the mafia! We can’t have her in our circle!” “We should forgive and forget,” Elle says.

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Glancing down at my Rolex,, I realize I have about five hours before my yearly date with my intended bride. Antonia and I have had an arranged marriage since I was four and she was nothing more than a fetus in her mom’s belly. Arranged marriages are nothing new in the underworld especially when it comes to treaties. That was the case for me and Antonia or Toni as she prefers to be called. Our marriage solidifies the alliance with the Russians and Italian mafias, who also have an alliance with the Irish, which was a different arranged marriage long before Toni and I were arranged to be married.

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

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And now, with nothing left to lose, they would never leave her alone. So she simply replied, “None of your business, Auntie." Then she turned to Chiara with sudden interest. “Why aren’t you married yet, dear cousin?” Her gaze dropped deliberately to Chiara’s bare hand. No wedding ring! “Last I remember, you were engaged to the Moretti heir five years ago.” Chiara’s eyes narrowed. “I deserved better than him. He wasn’t even close to my standards, so I dumped him.” “Yeah, sure. You dumped him,” Rosa chuckled softly, pure mockery in her tone.

They say if you keep dancing with the devil you’ll get burned. There was only one way that this shit would end. They always say that the only outcomes of being in the game are winding up dead, or going to jail. Would I really get my own happily ever after, being the bastard that I was? With all of the people I hurt, all the bodies I’d made drop, all of the lives I’d destroyed? My name is Louis… And this is my story. Growing up in Birmingham, being forced and groomed into the mafia under the influence of my stepfather.