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The cool midnight air greeted him with the fragrance of roses. He felt the relief instantly, his anxiety dissipating, blown away by the night breeze, leaving only the scent of roses clinging to him like a permanent lover. For a ruthless mafia like him, who’d taken countless lives in the seedy underbelly of Chicago, he couldn’t understand why he found roses to be so comforting. They were such fragile plants, their petals so delicate, like humans whom he could easily crush with his palms. Still, whatever it was, it always did the trick. The scent calmed him down and he relaxed.

Pouring sugar into my cup, I stirred the coffee, the clinking of the spoon against porcelain offering a brief respite from the heavy atmosphere. "Let me guess, your favorite genre is mafia romance," he said, a sly smile tugging at his lips. I scowled, trying to keep my emotions guarded. Dark romance and reverse harem were my guilty pleasures, secrets I hadn't even shared with Daniel, and definitely not with this stranger before me. The thought of revealing my intimate reading preferences to Noah felt vulnerable, almost exposing. "You're practically living in one, why not indulge in something like Margot Robbie falling in love with her bodyguard?" he continued, the smugness in his expression

Instead, he drew me closer with a smooth tug, his strong hand sliding down to rest at the small of my back, fingers pressing lightly against my skin in a touch that felt both protective and deliciously possessive. "Oh, I know the rules, Captain. But rules are made to be broken when the prize looks this good. And from where I'm standing, Isla doesn't look like she wants to be off limits right now." Kai's expression turned thunderous, fists tightening at his sides. "You're pushing it, winger." Asher chuckled, low and unbothered, like he was enjoying every second of winding up his captain. "Am I? Or are you just mad that she's smiling with me instead of running back to you?"

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.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Nova said softly, her voice breathy, cheeks warming under his scrutiny. Adam broke the kiss, smiling wolfishly. "Nova, look at you." His tone was casual, but the way his eyes traced her legs made her nipples harden. Dinner was a tense affair at the dining table, the air thick with unspoken electricity. Asli chattered about her job at the gallery, her hand on Adam"s thigh under the table. Nova picked at her pasta, feeling Adam’s gaze like a physical touch, sliding from her flushed face to the way her dress shifted when she crossed her legs.

"Maybe I'm just a Roglas. That seems to be enough." "No." Rafael shifted to face her fully. "This isn't about your family name. I've dealt with the Roglases before. They're small-time, barely worth my attention. But tonight, I watched the Bratva, the Calabrians, and a private military contractor all try to grab you. That level of interest doesn't come from being a minor mafia princess." Cassandra's face had gone pale. "I don't understand." "Neither do I. Yet." The car pulled into an underground garage. Rafael's safe house, a renovated warehouse he used for situations exactly like this. Secure, private, impossible to find unless you knew where to look.

Scarred jaw. Matteo's gut dropped. "You don’t look so good," the cigarette man said calmly. Matteo backed away. "I don’t know you." "But we know you," the umbrella man said. "We were watching the whole time. Even when you thought you were alone." Matteo's fingers curled. "Look, I don’t want trouble—" "You were trouble the moment you picked up that pouch," the umbrella man said. Cigarette man took a slow drag. Exhaled. "You really should’ve given us the real drive, Matteo. Now look at you. Playing double agent. Falling in love."

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