I Hit You Once, Mr. Dylan

I Hit You Once, Mr. Dylan

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ORIGINAL TITLE: "ELINA, ELINA." Frederick Dylan. A troubled twenty-nine-year-old man is stuck in the Mafia, and there's no getting out. If he tried to escape, terror would be released upon his family. That fear haunts Mr. Dylan's mind. For their sake, he must maintain living a double life-by day, he is known as the son of an Italian-Mexican famous singer: Ricardo Varriano-Garcia-Dylan, including the most crucial part of Frederick being most notable as the playboy he is-scoring women. And by night, an intimidating man does the dirty work for Marco De Russo. All is kept secret for years to protect the ones he loves, which takes a toll on Frederick mentally and emotionally. Can his chains be broken from the horror of life in the Mafia? Morticia Jones. A detective who carries herself with class. She's signed on to a task to spy on Mr. Dylan and his whereabouts. The issue is that she must not risk getting caught. Jones is the apple of every man's eye. Any man who comes her way, she rejects them. Romance is out of the question, but her heart lies in taking matters into her own hands. A secret kept between them would cause pain in the wake of the 1960s. In this cat-and-mouse dynamic, feelings can't be denied. Will Morticia's secret cause Frederick to drift away or bring him much closer? Will Frederick find a way out of his secret, dangerous life?
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"They say you're innocent, pure, a virgin-but I know you touch yourself every single day, thinking of me." Her back arched instinctively against me. Breath caught. "L-Lucian, I..." she whispered, trembling, hands clutching at me as if to push me away. I smirked darkly. "Cat got your tongue, gattina? Tell me... do you dream of me every night?" "I... I don't..." she stammered, heat crawling up her neck, her body betraying her despite the words. My smirk deepened. "So... if I slip a finger under your dress, you're telling me it's not soaked underneath?" Her gasp, sharp and unguarded, made my chest tighten. Knees threatening to buckle, every shiver, every ache-utterly exposed. I leaned closer, lips brushing her ear. "You're mine, gattina. Don't you forget it." ⸻ Isabella Rose Ledesma, 22, should have had a simple life: nursing school, exams, late-night study sessions with her best friend. She wasn't supposed to be noticed. Not by him. Lucian Dominic Vitale, 25, is whispered about with fear across continents. Cold-blooded, calculated, untouchable. A man who built his empire on violence, who bends the world with nothing but a word-and now, he's set his sights on her. One night, in the quiet shadows of a hospital hallway, he saw her-not just her face, not just her body, but the fire inside her. She didn't know it then, but that night, she became his-his weakness, his obsession, his possession. Even when he disappears without a trace, leaving only the memory of ice-blue eyes and ruthless control, Isabella realizes men like Lucian don't vanish. They haunt. They follow. They claim. Across cities, across oceans, he watches every move she makes-every stolen smile, every soft gasp, every secret thought. Lucian doesn't just want her heart. He wants her mind. Her body. Her soul. And when he comes back, Isabella will learn the truth: You don't run from the devil once he calls you his kitten. You kneel.

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