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"And besides, they are staying with Don and Claire. If anything, Don can separate the two." Don isn't as tall as Rex, but he's pretty significant with extra muscles because he served in the Marines and became a mercenary. If anyone can handle two adult children, then it is him. After dinner and relief, Jordyn did nothing to Ares because of that word. But throughout that time, they glared at each other like dogs and cats. It was intense, but I was able to fill myself with food. Once back in our rooms, Ares and Jordyn fought to see who would go first inside. They were pushing and shoving, and thanks to Don, he picked them up and dragged them inside simultaneously.

I say blandly as I stare at him, my brain scrambling for things to say as Mercer leans one shoulder lightly against the counter watching me wander through the space like he’s enjoying the sight more than he should. “What exactly were you expecting?”He asks. “I don’t know, Something aggressively masculine? Maybe a giant TV playing ESPN twenty four seven.”I say laughing as I admit honestly. “That sounds awful.”He says cheekily. “It really does.”I whisper as I move toward the bookshelf next, curiosity immediately winning over my self-preservation instincts. And the thing is the books are actually organized, not just randomly either which means they weren’t placed there for decoration. There are

How do you find the story so far? I hope you're enjoying it. Mrs. M is the third book in Love For The Wicked Series. 1|Devin 2|Evan 3|Mrs. Martinelli, The Perfect Mafia Wife. My other completed books. ~Dangerous Desire Series~ 1|Falling For My Husband 2|A Game With No Rules Promise Me Jake ~ Teen Romance [A sad love story.] HellBound: The Last Tribute ~ Fantasy/Mystery Romance All of my books are stand-alone. But following the series order would be the best way to read Love For The Wicked and Dangerous Desire.

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.

Too bad for those girls who gave her bad remarks; she'll know about them soon. Sherly nodded gratefully, falling into step beside Lary as they made their way through the maze-like corridors of the mafia headquarters. If Sherly does not have the blueprint layout of the headquarters, she might be unable to memorize everything. "Wow, Miss Sherly, why don't I feel like you're confused?" Lary asked with confusion and excitement in her eyes. How could she say it? Lary did not know about her being a Scorpio, so how could she tell him that she memorized the blueprint of the building? Even the hidden doors—did she know about them?

Slipping into my silver t-strap stilettos that matched the colour of my sharp earrings, and taking my purse in my hands, I walked out of our flat. Cole was right behind me, his movements shaky. I twisted my head at him and soothed, “You don’t have to meet him if you don’t want to, Cole.” “Who’s Cole?” He puckered his lips, mischief flickering in his eyes. “I’m Gael Morello.” “Okay.” I smiled and opened the main door. There was a black Mercedes parked outside the apartment. Adonis was leaning against the passenger door, dressed in a black shirt with the first two buttons undone, showing a fair share of his ripped chest and part of his tattoo and black slacks that stressed his thick thighs.

Gabriel ordered without looking up. Jonathan hesitated for a second. “Sir, are you sure? The roads are…” “Did I stutter?” Gabriel snapped, rubbing his temples. “I don’t need a damn chauffeur breathing down my neck today.” Jonathan nodded quickly and left to relay the message. By the time Gabriel reached the parking lot, the sleek black Mercedes-Maybach S-Class was waiting for him. He yanked the door open and slid into the driver’s seat, resting his hands on the wheel. His jaw clenched as he let out a slow breath, trying to shove down the irritation crawling under his skin.