Marrying The Mafia Prince
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Gabby's best description of herself is that she is a simple girl with chaos around her. Her dad is a violent drunk. Her mother ran away. Her only friend is her own reflection.
After what seemed like a normal night of her dad's drinking antics, it turned out to be far from normal.
Gabby ran to her safe haven which ironically is the place that puts her father in the state of non repair every night at 6.30pm like clockwork.
But as the night has gone from anything but normal, it just keeps getting more bizarre as she meets a man that has the most intoxicating eyes she's ever seen and she knows immediately that they will get her in more trouble that she is already in.
Can she say no to those eyes or deep down does she enjoy the thrill of finally being the defiant girl she always wanted to be.
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