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He looks at me with his tearful eyes before responding. "I... I am Giulio Farina, and I am the new Il Grande Capo." I shake my head and slowly approach all those bastards now surrounded by my men, and as I see them, they tremble like a leaf, aware from this moment of the fate that awaits them when they leave here.

NOTE: Entrapped By The Devil is Book 2 in "THE PERAZZO" series. It can be read as standalone but will have spoilers from Book 1 (KIDNAPPED BY THE MAFIA). * * * [25 YEARS AGO] . . . “Spare us, please! We didn’t do anything. Quel ragazzo mente! Mente tra i denti. We didn’t do anything. Let us go, please, sir, andiamo a casa!”

“But they’ll never touch me. Or you.” Her heart raced. She wanted to push him away, to remind him of their vows to family, of the war already spilling into the streets. But then his mouth was on hers, fierce and claiming, tasting of smoke and salt. The fire roared louder behind them, but in that moment, all she could feel was the inferno inside her chest. --- The night of fire spread its claws through Naples. By dawn, the Rossi docks lay in ruin, Moretti warnings painted in ash across the city.

but I shook my head, joining the fight, the intrigue deepening as I spotted the mole—a trusted capo named Mariano, turning his gun on Sanna with a sneer, revealing his betrayal for the sheriff's promise of power. The room erupted in gunfire, Mantovani tackling Mariano to the ground, their bodies rolling in a tangle of punches and grunts, and I covered them, shooting at the remaining attackers, my heart racing as Mom fired her first shot, hitting one in the leg, and Sanna pulled her close, his voice rough with emotion, "You did good, Elena; we're in this together." The battle raged, the war taking its toll as Conti dropped Ryan in a corner and joined the fray, his shots precise and deadly, an

Rino smiled, “It was promised, little boy. Don't act new. Alessia was mine before your bastard of a father broke the deal and married her off to that traitor.” Dante leaned forward, “That traitor’s body fed the flames for touching what’s ours. You should’ve learned then, we don’t take it lightly when someone comes for the Capones.” Rino poured himself a drink, Dalmore 62. He brought his own bottle. Arrogant son of a bitch. He drank. That was it. That was my moment. The crystal glass kissed his fingers. I memorized the pattern. I'd have it lifted before dessert. I met Vincenzo’s gaze, a flicker of the eyes. He gave me the tiniest nod.

he leaned forward conspiratorially, “I’ll control all the docks. All the shipments. Hades will be begging at my feet.” His phone rang. He fumbled for it, squinting at the screen. “Ah, mio fratello,” he barked into the phone, speaking Italian, his voice thick with drink. He thought she didn’t understand, but Claudine’s knack for languages gave her enough to piece together fragments. “...quel carico, l’ultimo... l’ho spostato... sì, il molo nove, prima dell’alba... i container blu... nessuno sospetterà... con la roba nuova, Capo...”

“Let’s pick up some pizza and head home. You know how your mother gets when she’s hungry.” He laughed. “Not as angry as you, Dad.” The Fifth Republic Series continues with Luca's story in The Emperor. Flip to the end of this book to read the first few chapters of his story and preorder it now. If you're looking for something new to read while you wait for The Emperor, I've got another mafia romance with a golden retriever that falls first and hard for the woman he's forbidden to touch. Read It Kills Me now! For those who are looking for a dark romance about a very morally grey alpha with black cat vibes where the MMC makes the FMC earn her freedom, read Buttons and Lace now.

Inside sat stacks of cash, passports, documents, and property deeds. Elena grabbed everything she could carry. Money first. Survival first. Emotion later. Finally, she opened the drawer beneath the desk slowly. And stared at the gun inside. For several long seconds, Elena hesitated. Then quietly— She picked it up. The cold metal felt unfamiliar in her hands. Terrifying. But not as terrifying as Roberto Francesco. A sudden memory flashed through her mind. “You want me.” God. How stupid she’d been. How blind. While she stood there imagining kisses and romance, Roberto had probably already been drowning in blood and mafia politics.

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Max replied bluntly. "And why?" "It is the Mafia capital of Italy and the home to the Napoli Licantropo Archivio della Mafia. I thought we could pay it a little visit." "Naples Lycan Archive of the Mafia. And that is where you think the book is, I presume?" "Clever girl," he remarked looking at me before patronisingly patting my head. I rolled my eyes. Three months with this man was killing me and here's why: 1. he has only two moods: cranky and sarcastic or slightly rejuvenated but still incredibly sarcastic.