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He didn’t say a word as he crouched. I took a step back. A part of me was terrified because I didn’t know him. I had heard of made-men being cruel to their wives. They rarely looked the part, but underneath their very mask of deception lay monsters. True monsters. But Eros simply picked the broken frame up and put it back in its place and then began collecting the broken glass pieces scattered on the polished floor.

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“Think, Gwen. Think…” “Problem here?” A voice, deep and rough, cut through the noise. The girls stiffened. I turned and… Oh. My. God. The man looming behind us was so not sober. His dark eyes were glazed, his black shirt half-unbuttoned, revealing a tattoo snaking up his collarbone. But even drugged out of his mind, he was beautiful— he had sharp angles and his lips; They were sinful. The girls bolted and I wondered why they left after seeing this drunk stranger.

I know that perfectly well all on my own. “It probably doesn't matter what I say, but they’re all correct,” Arson says. “That’s a good man,” the old woman says. “Knows when the womenfolk are right.” She limps on past, following her dog as they continue down the sidewalk. I resist the urge to roll my eyes and lose myself and thought again. Is it really worth the risk? The guy owns a literal sex club. How can I trust that he will stay faithful, or that he'll even want to be with me when he's surrounded by incredibly beautiful women willing to do whatever he wants, whenever he wants?

I wouldn't want her doing something so foolish with my baby in her “Can someone at least tell me where she would be?“I asked, my voice breaking down while running my palms into my hair. “we'll find her zed, I promise.“ Erebus whispered, keeping me close while panting a soft gentle yet passionate kiss on my lips smd did the same to that of zed. I had seen the stunned look on the face of this man and other of his men; maybe they had expected their alpha to be gay but two men; I bet they didn't see that coming; however, they were wary to mask whatever thoughts that seemed to be running through their mind at the bloody moment.

Trust me. The first masked man lunged forward, a glint of steel catching the dim light. Rowan blocked the blow effortlessly, his movements precise and deadly. His fist connected with the man’s jaw, sending him sprawling onto the concrete floor. Another attacker rushed in, only to be met with Rowan’s swift kick, knocking the weapon from his hand.

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.

Giit ni Angge at saka nilugay ang kanyang buhok. “Sami?” Napalingon ako sa may likod ko, seeing him wearing a long sleeve polo with slacks. “Jason.” Giit ko at saka ngumiti. Even though I smiled, my heart was pounding rapidly and disgust roamed around my mind as I looked at him. Remembering the scene which I was trying to forget. “I-I never thought you’d be here, hon.” Wika nito as he tried to reach for my hand ngunit iniwas ko iyon.

“Now, I have to think really think deeply.” “About what?” “About letting Mason back into my life.” She muttered under her breath. “Oh, look what we have here,” a voice sneered. I turned to see a burly man with a twisted grin on his face, flanked by two others who looked equally menacing. My heart sank to my stomach. We had attracted the attention of the wrong crowd. These men didn’t seem friendly. My concern was momentarily overshadowed by the immediate threat in front of us. I heard others catcalling.