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"That's all I need." She was here. In my arms. And for the first time in what felt like lifetimes, I wasn't chasing a ghost. She was mine. And I planned to stay by her side for as long as possible. ….. Thank you so much for reading this book. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please check out my other works and leave your review on this book. I’ll truly appreciate it. If you’re interested in an unhinged, obsessive mafia romance check out my other book: HIS BRIDE BY FORCE.

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In that case, I could not blame her. She had left me for a man who was nothing better than I was, and yet, according to her, he was ‘different’. Different how? He was the Capo of Cosa Nostra like I was the Capo of 'Ndrangheta. Adonis Vitale ruled most of New York alongside his rivals, the Illianos, while I ruled the entirety of Canada. We were both territorial men. We were both Mafia lords. I did not understand any part of Belle’s logic.

These Mafia customs demanded my marriage, a tattoo on my skin—branding me as a part of the Cosa Nostra forever—and a murder, all of which I had avoided long ago, because my brother, Adonis Vitale, was the capo, the boss of all bosses. There was no escape anymore. No avoiding my fate. Marrying Mariella Romano was for only one reason. Power. Her father was one of the most powerful underbosses, and that would have me a solid spot and allies that would come in handy. Because there was more than one person waiting to pluck me out of here, like a weed. But I wouldn’t go anywhere. I smirked as I said, “Just a year or two, until I kill my enemies and then Mariella will be gone, and you and I would f

If I let her keep up with it, soon they will begin to think she's my weakness and try to use her to get to me. "Suit yourself." She says in an angry tone and walks out. I know I'm upsetting her. I hate to treat her this way, but I don't have much of a choice. Myself and Marley go way back. We have history. I took her under my wing when she was just 12. I was 16. I remember that night like it was yesterday. I shake my head, forcing myself not to go down memory lane. I still feel rage when I think about it. From then on till now, I've been an older brother and friend to Marley. But things have changed. I've grown to become the most powerful drug Lord in Mexico. Dinero Ricci Roderigo, first of

Or will loving Damian Vercetti cost her the last piece of herself she has left? *************** AUTHOR'S NOTE Hey, reader. Let’s get one thing straight this is not your sweet, safe mafia romance. This story is dark. Twisted. Obsessive. There are moments that will make you pause, ache, maybe even rage. Damian Vercetti is not your redemption arc. He’s power without apology. Possession without permission. And Isabella? She’s not the damsel she’s the storm trying to survive the fire. If you’re here for roses and candlelight, this isn’t your book.

Giovanni followed soon after, his thrusts becoming frantic as he buried himself deep inside me, his groans filling the room. As our breaths slowed, Giovanni collapsed on top of me, his weight comforting, his heart pounding against my chest. This part of Giovanni... it's new to me. Now, I'm conflicted on what we have. Am I just someone to satisfy his carnal urges or Is he genuinely getting soft and gentle? Do mafia fall in love too?

The jolt knocked the breath from my lungs, and pain radiated across my hip where it hit the wood. “You don’t understand what kind of men circle around me, Yasmine,” he growled, looming over me like a predator. “Bellandi is a vulture. And you—” His eyes dragged over me, blazing with possession. “You’re mine. Mine to protect. Mine to keep. Mine to fucking destroy if you push me.” Tears welled in my eyes, but I forced the words past the lump in my throat. “You can’t treat me like this, Luca. I’m not some possession you can chain down. I’m not afraid of you.”

My fingers brushed along the cracked leather as I ran through the lot, stopping at one in particular. It had a jet-black cover. No title. Just the silver crest pressed into the leather, a wolf enveloped by thirteen daggers. I cautiously pulled the book from its place. A cloud of dust billowed up into the air. The weight of it alone reminded me why De Luca only touched this book when no other option remained. I stared at the black cover for a moment. I hated this book. Hated what it represented. The De Lucas of the previous generation ruled in suspicion. Through fear. Through blood. I would never turn into that.

🌹 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. 🤭❤️