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I had to. Morgan’s house smelled like always—leather, engine oil, and that faint masculine scent that always went straight to my dick. I let myself in with the spare key and found him in the master bedroom, propped up against the headboard wearing nothing but a black sweatpants. His chest was broad and dusted with dark hair, glistening with a light sheen of fever sweat. Even sick, he looked unfairly hot. Those muscular arms, and the outline of the monster beneath his sweats even with the sheets covering it.… I forced my eyes up to his face.

My little Mari will be craving my attention in no time. After the disastrous dinner, I texted Jack to pack me some of my clothes for the night as Gian guided me to my temporary room. He was like a stage mother all of a sudden. He explains to me every irrelevant photograph on the wall we passed by. He pointed out that the portrait of the woman in the great room was, indeed, Mari’s mother. He wanted so much to look cool that he appeared like a desperate dog whining for his owner to give him a treat. It was painful to watch. He was so glad I was staying the night. He said it was for the better. But no matter how kind Gian might appear to be, I hated him the first time he made the bargain with m

I was lost in trance, lost in a world of my own with the sound of my heartbeat the only thing I could hear and feel. But, then again, it lasted only for a few seconds before a voice filled with whimper and pain pulled me out. Rough and harsh without any care. “I…won’t die alone, Vincenzo.” The voice muttered, his voice trembling and filled with so much anguish and resentment. “I must kill your wife. I have to carry out my duty assigned to me by the Italian Mafia.” After the voice, came a hand, filled with blood reaching out to me. Fear shot through my spine as I instinctively crawled backwards, away from the red hand covered in blood.

Ace was a little confused as to why this woman was sitting in the empty chair in front of him. Ace glanced up, his curiosity piqued by the unexpected intrusion. His gaze narrowed as he observed the woman, his expression guarded as he reached for the folder. Who is this woman? How did she receive this? Flipping it open, his eyes widened in recognition as he scanned the contents within—George's name emblazoned across the top in bold letters. As he dove deeper into the dossier, his lips curled into a sinister smile, a predatory gleam flickering in his eyes. The woman watched him closely, her own expression inscrutable as she awaited his reaction.

All hard muscle and tanned skin, the perfect definition of his abs, that trail of dark hair leading down to— He unbuttoned his pants and pushed them down along with his underwear in one movement, and then he was standing there completely naked and I forgot how to breathe. He was magnificent. Tall and broad and muscular, every inch of him perfectly sculpted. My eyes traveled down his body, drinking in every detail, committing it all to memory. And then my gaze landed on his cock and my mouth went dry. He was huge. Thick and long and hard, standing proud against his stomach. Exactly as huge as I remembered from that night at the club, though seeing him in full light somehow made it even more i

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she said, smiling happily at the thought of their first grandchild. “Hopefully, ma. By the way, I’m here to get my books.” “The ones by Jakara Blue? Yes, it’s on the bookshelf in your room.” Later in my room, I indeed saw about ten books by Jakara Blue that were arranged neatly on a shelf. I picked one of them and traced the embossed author’s name with my finger. This explained why I used the name Jakara Blue as my new name in Japan. It must be because I was an avid reader of Jakara Blue’s books. Remembering about my purpose in coming here, I started opening the folders that were arranged on another corner of the shelf. I had the habit of placing important documents in a folder.

Copyright © 2023 by Jane Doe Writings ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ TRIGGER WARNING! The following book contains imagery that some readers may find distressing. (Violence, Gore, Sexual Content, Crude Language, Mention of Sexual Abuse) ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ AUTHOR'S NOTE Mafia Men IV - Vincenzo's Temptation can be read as a STANDALONE. But the first few chapters happen to coincide with Mancini's Bride (Mafia Men III) storyline.

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There wasn’t much furniture around, which made the room look even bigger. I walked toward the recliner near the window and stared at the magazines lying on the stool. They were all business magazines, different publishers, but with the same man on the cover. An old man with a tall and broad frame, which sort of reminded me of— “You?” Adonis’s voice made me jerk, and I whirled around to face him.