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No one ever did. He stepped outside. The night air was cold, slicing through his coat. The city spread before him, glittering and rotten at the same time. Every inch of it belonged to him — the streets, the clubs, the men who whispered his name like a curse. Lucian Moretti ruled with silence and fear. He was the reason other mafia bosses couldn’t sleep. The reason debts were paid before sunrise. As he reached his car, Enzo joined him again, wiping blood from his gloves. “You think she’s bait, boss”

I muttered, standing so fast my sarong fluttered around my legs. He chuckled, low and familiar. “That’s a hell of a greeting for the man who once had you sneaking out just to see him.” I stiffened, my pulse spiking. God, he looked even sharper now, sun-kissed skin, tattoos I didn’t remember inked along his arm, a tailored shirt open just enough to tease. Mafia royalty. “What the hell are you doing here?” I demanded. He spread his arms, shameless. “Same thing as you, darling. Swimming with the sharks. You didn’t think I’d always be on the outside looking in, did you?”

Author’s Pov:- 24 hours back, San Francisco. “I'm extremely happy for your help, Nikolai,” The American mob boss said with a beaming face. He had been requesting the Russian don a hand in tackling the Irish mafia for months. There has been a conflict happening between these two mafia groups for a decade. “Christopher, I only accepted your request because of the help you offered in the past… in Boris’s case,” Nikolai said, Everyone sitting around the oval-shaped conference table was watching Nikolai with respect and a hint of fear in their eyes. Nikolai is one of the most feared and respected dons in the underworld mafia. He’s known to keep his promises and also the bloodshed he creates if so

“I’ll figure something out. We’ll find the right time. It’ll be alright.” “Okay… I’m just afraid that sooner or later Eric will find out about our relationship.” Even though Eric and I have known each other since childhood he rarely opens up to me. Maybe that's the reason why I didn't develop any feelings for him even though we got engaged. I pulled out my phone, mindlessly scrolling through news headlines while Xavier talked. I couldn’t focus, his words washing over me, meaningless. I couldn’t bring myself to care. Breaking News: Three Major mafia bosses arrested in a huge bust for crimes like extortion and drug dealing. A secret agent helped take them down, but his name is being kept confi

“You’re insane.” “You’re the one who’s insane,” he snapped. “You think that man cares about you? You think all those sweet looks mean something? He’s a Mafia boss, Genna. He kills people like us for fun.” “Maybe he’s not as heartless as you think.” Marco’s eyes flared. “Listen to yourself. You sound pathetic. You’re falling for the enemy!” “I’m not falling for anyone,” I said firmly, though my chest tightened at my own words. “I’m just trying to survive.”

Or will loving Damian Vercetti cost her the last piece of herself she has left? *************** AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey, reader. Let’s get one thing straight this is not your sweet, safe mafia romance. This story is dark. Twisted. Obsessive. There are moments that will make you pause, ache, maybe even rage. Damian Vercetti is not your redemption arc. He’s power without apology. Possession without permission. And Isabella? She’s not the damsel she’s the storm trying to survive the fire. If you’re here for roses and candlelight, this isn’t your book.

But her head spun from Dante's touch, his watch from the side heavy. Night wore on, Lorenzo sealing deals, clueless to the fire starting close. She faked smiles, body humming, wanting bad. Later, heading inside, he passed near, breath on her neck quick. "Dante," he said soft. "If you want." Dante. It hit—Lorenzo's step-brother, the mafia one with all the scary stories. Pulse went crazy. Big trouble. But his eyes promised, and she craved it. Gala far from over for her.

It’s not something you’d expect from someone like him, but then again, he does love reading romance books, which says a lot, doesn’t it? I’ve never met a man who enjoys reading books the way he does. It’s something I’ve always wanted—someone who appreciates romance novels, or better yet, someone who writes them. It’s kind of fascinating, in a way. The thing is, he still hasn’t returned the book he borrowed from me, and I haven’t returned the one I borrowed from his office. I finished it ages ago, but I’m in no rush. In fact, I’ve been thinking about giving him the second book I bought months ago—The Billionaire’s Unwanted Bride. Maybe it’ll be a nice gesture, a little something to show him I

Well, this is where I need to stop it right in the fucking but. “Vic Stone,” I start to explain. “He came onto my turf when I had an engagement party for the woman I loved. And,” I even continue. “He sent his men to my house to fucking kill me while his daughter was there. Now, how the fuck do you explain that in this Mafia business?” “Then, perhaps you should not have messed around with his daughter.” “Oh, come on,” I nearly burst out in laughter. “She was doing the messing around just as bad. In fact, she played it far better than I did.”

Again, this is book one in the series The Blessed Ones. If you’re a fan of spicy romances with alpha males and basically anything Mafia-related, go for PRECARIOUS: THE GAME OF HEARTS, which is the first in the Castello Di Carte Mafia Chronicles. This would be my best work and I’m currently working on publishing this book digitally by the end of next year. Fingers crossed. I’m currently writing book 2 of the series and let me warn you, this series is super hot and suspenseful. Anyway, if you want to keep updated with my works, you can follow me on I*******M.