In Love With The Mafia

In Love With The Mafia

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Belle is a sweet girl with a dark past. She is currently in university studying to become a doctor. Dominic is a 21 year old mafia leader. He is head of the Italian mafia and one of the most feared people in the world. What happens when he and Belle meet. Can he save her from a dark fate, or will she be stuck in the Snakes fangs forever.
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Rocco De Luca is the Capo, carved from sin, guilt, and vengeance, sharpened into a weapon. He dragged Aurelia Mia Rossi into his shadow, vowing to ruin her, to make her fear him, to make her break. Her trembling, fragile spirit was meant to be his trophy. But she doesn't break. She is fire, not glass. Every defiant breath, every searing glance, is a dagger aimed at his control, and she knows exactly where to strike. She is the strategist in a game he thought he owned. The one nerve he cannot hide, the weakness that leaves him raw, vulnerable, and feral. The man who vowed to destroy her now teeters on the edge of obsession, every inch of restraint a torture. Her control is his torment; his desperate need is her leverage. "I hate you for making me need you..." he seethed, every word trembling with a dangerous edge. "...and I hate myself for letting you see it." his jaw tightened, a flash of something sharp and unyielding in his eyes. "It's humiliation." "You are just my jailer, terrified of the lock," she spat, venom lacing every syllable, fire curling beneath her skin. He swore he'd ruin her. But she became the air he couldn't breathe without. Every touch is war. Every glance is a threat. It will come burning, and so will the war between them.

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