THE BLACK MAFIA

A camp for the Italian Mafia and dept to be paid. Who will Marco pick when it comes down to the next donna and the mother to his heir?

What will Elaya do when she finds out her whole life was a lie, and that she had been training for this very moment?

They both wish to be free, but they only seem to trap each other.

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"So you can talk to other men but have nothing to say to me?" I asked, my jealousy bleeding into my words before I could stop it.

"Yep." She shrugged again, her nonchalance like a dagger to my pride.

"Elaya, I'm a greedy man," I said, my voice low and deliberate. "I don't share what's mine."

"Neither do I," she said quietly, her tone soft but firm. There it was again-her fire, her defiance. It was maddening and intoxicating all at once.

She continued, her voice calmer now. "But over the last four months, I've learned that life doesn't care what we want."

I smirked, leaning closer, unable to resist. "You're mistaken. I always get what I want."

She turned to face me fully, crossing her arms. I could feel the heat of her gaze, the challenge in her stance. "Really? And what exactly do you want, Marco?"

"Isn't it obvious?" I asked, my voice dropping as I held her gaze. "I want you."

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"You didn't tell me you were going to fucking seduce him. And then you turn off your mic so i couldn't hear anything."

Her jaw tightens, but she doesn't back down. "I'm not arguing about the fact that I did my job. I did what needed to be done, and I did it well." She pauses, and her eyes narrow just slightly. "But if you want to argue, then let's talk about why you've been acting so cold to me ever since the kiss."

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SLOW BURNNNN🔥 !!!