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"Not real ones. Well — maybe. But the other kind. People who show up, hover, vanish. Always a story. Always something weird behind the eyes." Noah didn't answer. Emrys studied him for a long moment. Then they said, too casually: "You see them today?" "Who?" "The twins." Noah blinked. Emrys smiled like they'd caught him flinching. "Ah. You did." "They sat near the window," Noah said flatly. "Didn't say anything."

I looked at her, straight, without hesitation. “Do I have a twin?” She froze. Not confused. Not surprised. Frozen. “What?” she said carefully. “You heard me.” Her eyes searched mine, sharp, calculating. “Did you see someone who looks like you?” “Yes.” “Where?” “He tried to kill me.” Her breath hitched. “Who?” I didn’t blink. “Lucian… Lucian Drake, the alpha of Crimson Moon Pack.” Something shifted in her eyes—fast, hidden, but not enough.

hurted by that mental comment but I knew it was true I almost jumped when I felt his hand on mine.. "You always knew..so why today..?"he asked softly I sighed.."I knew ..but I didn't want to believe.. until you say it with your own words" He gave me an intense stare .. though I didn't return it instead I looked away "So tell me Ahmed are you in the Mafia??" I asked looking at him He looked back.. his hazel eyes sunk into mine.. then he swallowed.., his Adam's apple moving up and down , for a minute I swooned

Copyright © 2023 by Jane Doe Writings ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ TRIGGER WARNING! The following book contains imagery that some readers may find distressing. (Violence, Gore, Sexual Content, Crude Language, Mention of Sexual Abuse) ─ ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─ AUTHOR'S NOTE Mafia Men IV - Vincenzo's Temptation can be read as a STANDALONE. But the first few chapters happen to coincide with Mancini's Bride (Mafia Men III) storyline.

They pierced straight through me. The second man looked nearly identical, but warmer, or at least amused. One brow arched, and a faint smile pulled at his lips. And then I realized, my eyes widened, that I knew these faces. Everyone did. I had stumbled into The Volkov twins, two of the deadliest mafia dons in America. Just my fucking luck. I shook harder, fear threatening to overwhelm my heart and make it explode in my chest. I had heard stories, oh the stories. First of all, no one ever escaped them. They promised death and they delivered.

And I was fine with that, because it was better to be unwanted than to be trapped. Caterina wiped her face and groaned. “Why couldn’t I have been promised to someone normal? Not the Moretti twins. Everyone calls them devils for a reason. One of them is supposed to be cold hearted, the other… God, they say he’s worse,” She shuddered like she just imagined something terrible. “I’m going to end up buried in their cellar, aren’t I?” I crossed my arms. “You don’t know that.” “All done. I’m going to check up on the event planners now. Don’t get any ideas, Caterina. Be downstairs in five minutes.” I scolded, not wanting to get punished again for her actions.

Everyone and their uncles know that to have the Moscow Bratva owe you a favor is like having the key to heaven. The room falls quiet again. I can see the next name forming on their tongues before they even say it. Luca tries anyway. “Then… the Romanos?” I let the name hang in the air for a second, tasting it. Rafael Romano. That smug, prick from Italy. I remember him from the last summit; sharp suits, sharper smile, always acting like the underworld was a fucking boardroom. I’ve read the reports on his operation. Clean, ruthless. But never a coward.

“Choose,” Dominic demanded, both twins standing in front of the bed, their shirts already off. “Who fucks you first tonight?” My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I could barely breathe. I sat on the edge of the bed in nothing but a bath robe, staring at two identical men who looked like they were ready to devour me. Dominic’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkened with that cold controlling demeanor he always carried. Dante leaned against the wall with a lazy smirk, but his gaze burning hotter, playful but dangerous.

Nataliya Since taking over the Barsukov Russian mafia, I have gathered enough blood on my hands to paint the entire town in red. It hasn’t stopped me from killing more, washing this city clean of ever follower my father had allied himself with. Most people in this city know to fear me, to never touch me, even if most of them have no idea who I am. Most people have common sense, and those that don’t know to follow like sheep. I am a predator, a hunter, a cold-hearted killer. I have murdered most of my family in cold blood and even though I have cleansed this city of the evil that was ruling it for generations, I still came out as the villain. Men want to either fuck me, control me, or kill me

We are all a group of orphans, so we understand each other perfectly. We soon pulled up at the hotel, the hotel we chose for the reception isn’t too far from the church. We had the whole hotel booked, so that we could have the reception in peace without any inquisitive reporters snooping around. Paranoia is a thing that runs through the blood of all Mafia.