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Sara’s angered expression changed to one of confusion. "What?" she barked. "You’ve given me an interesting idea that might help us solve some issues with the Frankie brothers without a lot more violence and bloodshed," I explained. She sat back and crossed her arms over her chest, looking smug. "So you’re saying I gave you a good idea to help stop your problems with the mafia, and you still want to deny me the opportunity to represent myself for these novels?"

The library of a Mafia Don would be filled with books on control and domination. Just as I was about to give up and leave, a colorful book among the ugly blank ones caught my attention. I reached for it, pulling it free. My jaw dropped as I stared at the cover. A man with piercing blue eyes and a perfectly tailored suit held a trembling woman in his arms. The bold title read: Captured and Claimed by the Mafia Don. I blinked at it, utterly baffled. “What in the world?” The absurdity of finding a steamy romance novel in Leonardo’s library nearly made me laugh. Who stocked this place…surely not him? Still, curiosity got the better of me. I flipped it open, skimming the first few pages.

A fierce, possessive fire ignited in my gut, a feeling that had nothing to do with strategy and everything to do with a primal, masculine need to claim her as my own. The dinner was a gathering of wolves, all circling, testing the hierarchy. My capos were loyal, but they were dangerous men. They needed to see that she was not a weakness. Then Rico, his face florid with wine and arrogance, opened his mouth. “Quite the prize the Don has claimed… a pretty little Falcone dove. Let’s hope her loyalty is more steadfast than her father’s was.”

I wasn’t innocent, I had my methods but I preferred to distance myself from certain crimes, trafficking being one of them but when Luca brought up the statistics of the New York casino, I knew we had to consider alternatives. Calista was a new money dirt bag who thought because he stumbled on money, he was suddenly an equal and a worthy opponent but that’s the thing with people like him, their loyalty was to money. In the mafia, our loyalty was to family, to one another before money or possessions. We had codes governing our acts and there are things we would never get involved in as a family. These new birds, they’ll do whatever it takes to be seen as powerful, nothing governing their acts

Dante said at me as I whipped my head to face him. "I'll never leave my husband"I retorted back, standing up and interlocking hands with Raphael once again. "He is my husband for better or for worse and I love him. He is the best man I could ask for. And you should also respect him too because he is your capo" I stated at Dante who scanned me with hungry,cruel eyes. "Not for long. Your darling husband will perish soon"he scoffed before turning his gaze back to Raphael. "I promise you Raphael. You will meet your demise very soon and be forgotten like you never existed and once you do, I'll have control over this mafia, over your properties and also..."

Rosa’s eyes widened in shock as she watched her mafia ex-husband approach, his gaze still hooded with sleep…and something darker, something wanting. He was dressed casually now—a black polo and beige pants—but even like this, he exuded danger. He stopped beside her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and tucking her close in a possessive embrace. He pressed a long, lingering kiss to her cheek, then his gaze fell on the deep purplish-red mark he’d left there last night. His thumb brushed over it, and a slow, dark satisfaction washed through him.

The desperation. This girl wasn't just valuable. She was the key to one of the biggest mafia fortunes in Europe. And she had no idea. His phone buzzed again. Message from Sophia: *Did you get her? The Morettis are getting impatient.* Rafael stared at the message, then at the closed bedroom door. The smart play was to trade her. Get his information about his family's treasure and walk away. But the Santoro fortune changed everything. If he played this right, Cassandra Roglas could give him something far more valuable than his parents' stolen heirloom.

"Always." As the first glints of morning were creeping across the horizon, gilding the room in soft gold, I knew with a deep, undeniable conviction. No threat, no battle, no enemy, no matter how powerful, would ever tear us asunder again. Not Camillo. Not Philippe. Not myself. Not anyone. We were Rocco and Fiorella. Mafia, lovers, partners. Survivors. And we had the rest of our lives to prove it. I curled against him, content and safe in the warmth of his arms, feeling the pulse of life, of love, of victory over the darkness.

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

“Both gay. Both lying to me for years.” “We weren’t lying,” Nikolai said. “We were surviving.” “Don’t give me that martyr bullshit.” Gabriel started pacing. “You think you’re the first gay person in our world?” “Name one openly gay mafia boss,” Nikolai challenged. “One politician in our circles who’s out.” Gabriel opened his mouth, then closed it. Because he couldn’t. “This isn’t the fifties,” Liliana said gently. “Not fast enough,” I said. “And not in our world.”