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(The girl who ran from hell) “She thought she was running from her demons. She didn’t know one of them had learned her name.” The story begins… Milan was in her bedroom, reading a steamy Mafia romance novel when noise from downstairs pierced through her subconscious. She flinched as the door slammed closed, dreading the reality that her husband is finally back home from his long business trip. Gripping the hardback in her already trembling hands, she anticipated his yells, demanding where the fuck she was.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

She clicked the top blog post and started to read. TWO PEOPLE FOUND DEAD AT SEATTLE’S BEST’S PARKING LOT: On the evening of February 16th, two people were found dead by Seattle’s Best’s employee Jenny Sparks. The bodies were identified as Fred Rocco and Nelson Rocco, the owners of Rocco Brothers. The bruises and cuts found in the bodies proved that the brothers were tortured before their throats were slashed. The murder weapon, which was found in Fred Rocco’s pockets, had multiple fingerprints. Two of them were from the brothers themselves, while the other two were from Vivien and Roger Warren.

Her eyes snapped open at the threat—and he slammed his demanding lips onto hers instantly. He kissed her like he was pouring both his anger and hunger into that kiss, while his hands, still holding the gun, entered her top and grabbed her breasts, the cold metal pressing against her warm, soft skin. But Rosa was still disgusted and terrified of this dangerous mafia king, and she pushed him away. He narrowed his eyes, looking at her with a dangerous warning. “I… I’m not comfortable with a dead body lying here in its blood,” she stammered nervously, still very terrified.

Murmuring noises flooded the room while all the gazes fell on Garaine. "It seems like the lady is true." "How rude she is! She didn't even bother to apologize." "This happens when a lowlife gets married to a mafia leader." "Just because she is Mr. Turner's wife, did she think she can do whatever she wants?" "Poor lady, she must be down on her luck."

🌹 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. 🤭❤️

It was raining again. Blinding, spume-lashed rain that screamed at the high manor windows and foamed on the candlelit pool. Detective Carrington was sitting in the parlour amidst papers, pen moving with the precision of a surgeon to cut through muscle. Shayla reclined on an arm tossed across her waist, shoulder to the hearth, eyes fixed intently on the burning whirlpool as if it might reduce the weight on her shoulders to ashes. Leya was opposite Carrington where she stood, shoulders stiffened, one fist clenched protectively around the locket clutched at her throat. The letter lay between them, yellowed folds thin and deadly.

The food was simple but nourishing, each bite a reminder that life persisted, even in shadows. Afterward, I curled up with one of Mira’s books—a cozy mystery about a librarian solving crimes in a quaint town. The pages blurred at first, my mind drifting to Zayden’s outstretched hand, his plea for me to stay. Was there love beneath the violence? Or just possession? The story pulled me in eventually, the twists and turns a welcome escape. Hours passed, the night deepening, and for the first time since the gunshot, I felt a spark of hope. Mira’s advice echoed: rebuild, one step at a time. Maybe tomorrow I’d venture out. Maybe I’d find a way to forgive or forget. But tonight, in this haven, I le

His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt. "I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope. "Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty. Read the book in next chapter.

I hope that you enjoyed the new updated story for spicing up the ranch. I have quite a few other books listed on GoodNovel if you're interested in my style of writing. Some are erotic stories such as the assistant, Swedish sugar, the alpha son needs his match, and keeping it within the family. I also have science fiction romance such as Stardust. We also have quite a few other romance styles both in the past like a timeless love. And in the present such as the dangers of dating.