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“I have to confess something to you, Ana. I… I got in with some very dangerous people. I had no choice but to take the contract you see… and I made a big mistake. And now I owe a debt that I cannot bear to pay.” “What kind of dangerous people?” Her entire body went still. “The Romanian Mafia.” “H-how much do you owe them?” He hesitated, as if he couldn’t find the words. Anateya snapped, “How much do you owe them, Papi?!” “A billion dollars!” He threw his hands up, his chest heaving. “I’m so sorry, Anateya.” Her legs gave out, and she dropped onto the ottoman, staring out at nothing in particular. “How did this even happen?”

Rose then turned to her father. “This is the one chance I had to win this stupid case. If Stan did something to my lawyer, I would be the one to kill him!” she warned with a serious expression. Rose seemed different and very angry. This wasn't the girl I had spent some time with before the nailing of that man, this was Lord's daughter, the Mafia princess. “Let me give him a call” Lord suggested, but Rose refused. “He knows he has messed up and won't take your calls” she said as she pulled out her phone and began talking to someone. When she was done, she turned to look at me.

🌹 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. 🤭❤️

"Be careful tonight, Cassandra. This crowd isn't as civilized as it pretends." Then he was gone, swallowed by the crowd with his entourage trailing behind. I stood there, pulse racing, champagne soaking into the hem of my dress. What the hell was that? "Making friends?" Ruby appeared beside me, her voice dripping with mockery. She looked perfect in red silk, playing the role of Roglas princess like she was born for it. "That was Rafael Montez. Mafia boss. Very dangerous. Very off-limits." My stomach twisted. Mafia. "Uncle Javin would have a stroke if he saw you talking to him," Ruby continued, examining her nails. "The Montez family and our... associates have a complicated history. Stay away

They are young, beautiful, and each carries in their eyes the trace of power either bequeathed to them or stolen. --- — Valentina Moretti: The She-Wolf of Little Italy Daughter of the Moretti clan's godfather. Cold beauty, ivory skin, anthracite gaze. She enters without a word, leather coat on her shoulders, and a smile that smells of gunpowder. "You dare greatly, Tara. I like that." Her perfume is a warning: jasmine and iron. — Sofia Delgado: The Flame of the South Black hair, clear laugh, scarlet dress. Daughter of the master of the docks and maritime trafficking.

I pick it up, flipping it over to examine the elegant silver embossed font on the cover. “A charity auction catalog?” I ask, lifting a skeptical eyebrow as I look up at him. “Why the hell are you bringing me luxury retail listings, Max? We have an active mafia war brewing.” “Open it,” Max says coolly, dropping his heavy weight into the leather armchair across from me and crossing his legs. “Turn straight to page twelve.”

“I love my brother, but he’s an asshole and a man-whore. You should be lucky when you fall pregnant because then you can reject his advances and let him go to his whorehouses-” “What?!” I exclaim, my heart leaping into my throat. “He… he would do that even if he’s married to me?” Her brows furrow together, and she genuinely looks confused. “All mafia men do that, Lucia. It’s a staple in our world where they get to fuck around while we remain home raising kids. My mother used to say at least they come home to you, but what exactly are they bringing home after fucking other women?” She scoffs. “We’re only there to be their arm candy, there to make them look good and bear their children. The so

He reminded himself he could not be sidetracked from his purpose. “Ms. Baxter, let me tell you one thing. Don Marco and his family operate one of the biggest MAFIA groups in the country. If we can take them down, we could potentially help the innocent from becoming their victims.” “As you guessed, they run a prostitution den. They guise it as charity events, but however you look at it, it was illegal and a crime.” “I am sure you would like to help others, Ms. Baxter?” “Are you hearing yourself?” Kara cried as fear, anger, loathing, frustration, and disappointment rolled into one.

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 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.