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“You say that like it’s a flaw.” Alessandro poured himself wine. “No, little brother. It’s a reminder. Passion makes you reckless.” The way he said it wasn’t about romance it was about war. Elena’s pulse quickened. Every word at this table felt like a move in a game she barely understood. The servers began to bring in dishes roasted lamb, truffle risotto, gold-rimmed glasses of red wine. The meal looked exquisite, but no one seemed to be eating. “You’ve built quite a life outside, Adrien,” Alessandro said, turning his glass slowly. “Businesses in Paris, connections in the East. I almost thought you’d forgotten us.”

Nella’s pov I snatched the leather folder from Antonio’s outstretched hand so hard the papers inside rustled like dry leaves. Rage boiled up my throat before I could stop it. “What kind of heartless bullshit is this?” My voice cracked, loud enough to echo off the marble foyer. “My father isn’t even cold in the ground. His body’s barely in the crypt, and you people are already shoving a business document in my face? Is this what the Mafia calls respect? Brutality? Callousness? Aren’t you all supposed to be human?”

__________________ **PROLOGUE** "You don't escape me, Crimson. Not in this life. Not in the next. You were mine the moment you breathed your first, and I'll carve my name into your soul until you remember it." CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] Book 1 from 'MAFIA DARK ROMANCE MINE' series ________________________ **AUTHOR NOTES** Meet the 'Mafia Second Chance Romance MINE series' Family member's books:- Book 1: CRIMSON 'Il Velo di MINE' [The Veil of Mine] story of Azrael Sartori

I leaned over the railing, watching as the expensive and well-made prosthetic finger bounced a couple of times before falling into a drain hole. I felt his large, warm body press in close behind me, his breath tickling my ear. “Wear it as a badge of honor. And maybe people would respect you a little more. Mafia princess.” I tore my gaze from the ground, whirling around to slap him, shove him, anything in retaliation for what he just did. But he had vanished. In my anger, I threw the champagne flute over the railing, the sound of it shattering on the ground below doing nothing to placate my rage.

she responds. My mind instantly went to Brooklyn. Her underneath me with my cock moving in and out of her... Damm, I have not even kissed her and my mind is on how she will feel around my cock. "Well, that is interesting. I wonder why she has never been seen?" My mother contemplates. "Maybe she is actually an ugly bitch or maybe she is too shy to be in the light of the mafia," Mia speculates. "I hope she is an ugly bitch because then all the men will look at me."

Chapter 25 Julianna’s Pov:- Who is he? I stared at him with curious eyes while they both were climbing the stairs; this Lorenzo guy is creepy. He gives a serious dominant vibe and looks like a dangerous man. The kind of man people stay away from or don’t mess with. Who is he though? Are Nikolai friends with these kinds of scary people? Of course, he is a Russian mafia don, what do you expect? My subconscious replied. Yeah… “Julia?” Penelope's voice reached my ears,

The man didn’t look away. Yasmine resisted the urge to shift under his gaze. Luca stood and walked toward her. His hand settled on her arm—firm, possessive. “Dante,” he said smoothly, “meet Yasmine.” A pause. “Yasmine… my Consigliere and partner, Dante Romano.” Dante rose and stepped forward, extending his hand. Yasmine placed hers in his, polite but distant. “Nice to meet you, Signore Romano.” “My pleasure, Donna,” he replied with a slight nod.

Kay. When the man stops talking and Carl's countenance changes, I instantly figure something must be wrong. I remember when he left his wife on the floor crying like he didn't care. And how his words were so harsh, especially when directed towards the woman you love. Then he is still swearing to do whatever, if he finds out she helped Rico. I understand most mafia men are rough, violent, and anything dirty, but I can't imagine Carl being that way with me. Most of them don't marry for love. Marriages in our world are for business purposes or when one wants an heir, they believe that loving someone makes you weak, and weakness is the main cause of failure in this game.

She didn't look like she belong here, in this world of the mafia but The fact of it was that she was indeed la princesa de la mafia 🎲🎲♠️♥️♣️♦️♠️♥️♣️♦️🎲🎲 María's POV- His soft hand against the skin of my cheek, I sighed leaning into his touch. "Lucien" I breathed at the warm feeling that spread through me. "Sorry princesa, You got me instead" a male voice softly spoke. My eyes shot open seeing the man from before. I quickly shuffled back backing away from the man in front of me.

A half-burnt cigarette was clenched between his fingers, smoke filling the car as he took a slow drag and exhaled, watching her. She didn’t even bother to answer. She turned and started walking again. His jaw clenched. Luciano Mancini was not used to defiance. He shot a look at the driver through the rearview mirror. The engine started at once, the car rolling forward before stopping beside her again. “I said get in,” he growled. “Or I’ll make you.” The warning in his voice sent a shiver down Rosa’s spine. She knew better than to anger the mafia king. With a quiet sigh, she stepped inside and shut the door, keeping as much distance between them as the seat allowed. She didn’t look at him eve