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And she had. She had been addicted… until she discovered another kind of obsession: mafia romance books. They drank in silence for a while, Mateo quietly suggesting ways to strike against Antonio. Vito rejected each idea, his sharp gaze cutting down every plan, until Milan finally spoke. “I can bring Antonio to you.” Almost immediately, both Mateo and Vito turned their eyes toward her, stunned. “What? You don’t believe I can?” she asked, smirking. Confidence and that familiar rebellious spark surged back within her, stronger than it had been in months.

– but here, wrapped deep in the warm duvet, she didn’t want to move a muscle. The air smelled wonderful. Clean, earthy, like rich soil after a summer rain. And like him. Like Hades. Like his beard, maybe? She had to stop herself from mentally swooning. Seriously, Claudine? Get a grip! Her eyes scanned everywhere. The room was mostly dark colors, making it feel cozy despite its size. She noticed a tall bookshelf, full of books, and a comfy-looking chair tucked in a corner – a study nook. Wow. He even reads. The mafia boss has a library.

Chapter 45: Stings of Betrayal MARCO’S POV One Month Later The penthouse planning room was a ghost of its former self, the Miami skyline mocking me through the windows, its neon glow cold without Lucian’s fire to match it. I stood at the head of the mahogany table, my hands gripping the edge, my knuckles white as I finalized a four-million-dollar deal with the Italians from Palermo—cocaine and rifles, a deal Lucian had started before the bomb at Joe’s Diner a month ago left him in a coma, his body broken, his empire that he built with his sweat and blood was crumbling.

" I nearly jumped out of my skin, forgetting that the lady was seated beside me, and I turned to her with a tight smile. "Uh?" "How did you meet the dangerous leader of the Mancini Mafia group?"

He glanced at the table where all my blackmail devices lay exposed, before turning his cold gaze back to me. “You think you can use all this… all this bullshit on me? You think your fucked ass can get you the Dunes entity?” He turned slightly, his eyes flicking briefly toward the guards by the couch. “Light my cigar, Roman.” The taller one moved at once, offering a lit cigar. Blake took it without a word, bringing it to his lips and drawing in a slow, controlled drag, his gaze never leaving mine. “Lucien, talking about wasting her… mmmm… her pussy smells good, and… it tastes good too… I think there's something about her worth keeping for now.”

"Right. Sure. I just have one last question for you before I go, brother.” “Where did you take her? Where did you take my fiancée?" A dangerous smile tugged at the corner of my mouth. "Your fiancée was starving, Dario. So I took her to get a proper meal while you had your face buried between another woman's legs." Dario’s face flushed a deep, ugly red, the vein in his neck throbbing like a struck wire. “That is none of your fucking business, Roman! Nothing about my life has ever been your business!"

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

In that case, I could not blame her. She had left me for a man who was nothing better than I was, and yet, according to her, he was ‘different’. Different how? He was the Capo of Cosa Nostra like I was the Capo of 'Ndrangheta. Adonis Vitale ruled most of New York alongside his rivals, the Illianos, while I ruled the entirety of Canada. We were both territorial men. We were both Mafia lords. I did not understand any part of Belle’s logic.

"I want to make sure that Anne is indeed the target of a mafia group. And you need to know who's leading the mafia that's after her." Kaivan leaned forward to hear Hans clearly. "Who is it?" "Luca Guzman. An old man from Sicily whose business you've thwarted several times." Kaivan muttered softly. "Oh my... That old man should be preparing himself for the inevitable. He's quite elderly. Why does he keep getting involved in trouble?" Hans chuckled, remembering the past clash between Kaivan and Luca. How the eldest son of the Maximilian family fearlessly confronted the Sicilian mafia's casino.

But if someone found out, fuck, I am screwed. I an only twenty three and he had offered my hand without even asking me. He never would have asked. The thought of marriage never crossed my mind. Perhaps a couple of times when I was a young girl. But l always imagined of marrying a prince. Not the boss of the American fucking mafia. The American mafia was well known for its reputation of being manipulative and brutal. They were deadly, even was impressed. The mafia boss; I did not know much about, but only his name. I was to be wedded to Ace Hernandez.