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* At that moment, he couldn’t agree more. Stellan pressed on, confused. "Wait, didn’t you and Lena always hate each other? They say the enemy of my enemy is my friend. I thought we could be... half friends." Stellan’s gaze lingered on Alaric’s face, searching for a hint of agreement. "You’re mistaken," Alaric said sharply. "Just because I disagree with someone doesn’t mean I would use underhanded tactics against her or wish her harm. Especially not a woman. That’s nothing to be proud of."

As a child, Elena Carter witnessed the brutal murder of her father, a decorated detective, at the hands of men she believed to be part of the Mafia. That night, her world shattered, and she vowed to dedicate her life to avenging his death. Years later, she becomes a detective, determined to bring down the very criminal empire she holds responsible. Her mission leads her deep into the city’s underworld, where she goes undercover to get close to the ruthless and enigmatic Adrian Moretti, a powerful Mafia boss feared by many. Cold, calculated, and untouchable, Adrian is a man who trusts no one—but when he crosses paths with Elena, something shifts. She intrigues him. She challenges him. And,

"Barely worth it." "She must've been desperate for you," a female voice chimed in. "Oh, she was dripping before I even touched her." More laughter. "God, she must smell." "Like cheap perfume and poor people," Ashley’s voice cut through. "You'd have to cover her face to fuck her, though?" My chest stopped. Please, no. "I wouldn't fuck Sloane Carter with a gun to my head." The book slipped from my hands. Jar of Hearts. The one he said we'd read together.

She tried to ignore the curious looks and comments, but it was impossible. Mr. Romanov watched her from afar, his eyes full of expectation, enjoying the enmity that had been created. Zen, on the other hand, was lost in his thoughts, trying to focus on the mission, but the image of Lavínia consumed him, just the thought of losing her. Each time their gazes met, they ignored each other as if they were enemies. The mission, Miss Bayer, and everything else seemed insignificant in the face of the intensity of the feelings that enveloped them.

After, they lay pressed close, hearts racing, bodies warm and spent. "This complicates things," Muna said finally, her head on his chest. "Everything about us is complicated." His fingers traced patterns on her bare shoulder. "But maybe that's not entirely bad." "How can you say that? We're enemies who got married for business. Now someone's trying to destroy us both, and we're..." "What? What are we, Muna?" She couldn’t answer. The truth was too dangerous to admit. They were meant to hate each other, meant to plot each other’s ruin. Yet here she was, lying in his arms, feeling safer than she had in years.

Strength. Back in her room, she paced like a storm bottled behind her ribs. This was more than marriage. More than vengeance. This was a game of power and dominance, and she was already in too deep. But she would not break. Not for him. Not for anyone. She was Elana Romano. And if she had to dance with the devil, she’d do it in heels—and with a knife behind her back.

Fiorella You'd think after sending my enemies to their graves and being proposed to by the man of my dreams, life would at last be a bed of roses. But the mafia lifestyle doesn't offer roses, it deals in blood and thorns. There is no peace, no calm. For every enemy sent to the grave, there's one more lurking in the shadows, picking up their gun, waiting to attack.

"Isabella, be cautious. You might not make it over the flames. Though his words chill my spine, I keep his eyes and refuse to back off. "Maybe that's a risk I'm ready for." We stand there for a minute, caught in a wordless struggle of will, neither of which of which we are ready to give up. Enzo fills the last inches between us, though, as if unable to resist, his lips slamming against mine in an all-consuming, ferocious kiss.

‘Maria,’ she said quietly so no one else would hear, ‘You do know what you are doing, don’t you? Maria’s eyes widened. ‘Yes, I’m fraternizing with the enemy.’ She tried to qualify her reasons, ‘I really like him, Carrie. In fact it could be love.’ Carrie sighed, ‘Like the one in London? You really liked him, and the one that broke your heart at imiversity. Just be careful, Garry doesn’t seem like the boys you’re used to. A kiss will be a signal that you’ll go all the way with Garry.’

Patricia suddenly fell silent, terror on her eyes, as she was about to say something she knew she would regret. "Did you loved someone?" Asked Flora, seeing that the woman wasn't replying, she understood something, it might be considered a forbidden thing. "We don't condemn love, we embrace it, Elia and Andrew are a couple, Alexa found her mate in a vampire and even Truman and Charles declared to each other the love that they have." "Yes, I loved someone, back at the camp, Schirouca, we weren't allowed to have a love for each other, as the females were considered the property of the Alpha."