The power of trust

The power of trust

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Xavier Moretti. A 28 year old don of the Italian-American mafia. He's a cold, ruthless, emotionless devil who doesn't care about anyone or anything. So when he kidnaps the wrong woman? he has to fight to earn her trust and protect her from the dangerous world he brought her in to. Charlotte Rose Meadows. Your average 19 year old girl. She's innocent, kind, and full of life. Everything Xavier isn't. When she's wrongfully kidnapped by the mafia, she has to learn how to trust people again and adapt to her new dangerous lifestyle. ---------------------------------------- ''You know Eliza, you have such a pretty little face. It would be such a shame to see it scarred, wouldn't it?'' he says as he drags the bloody knife along my cheek. Wait... Eliza? He thinks my name is Eliza? 'What are the chances you happen to just walk into my club on a random Saturday night?' His club... MY FAKE ID! ''E-Eliza?'' I mumble and he tilts his head slightly ''My name...i-its Charlotte'' ---------------------------------------- #1 ON FICTION 05/11/25 #10 ON PLOTTWIST 23/10/25 #13 ON DARKROMANCE 24/10/25 #7 ON MAFIA 25/10/25 #3 ON JEALOUSY 26/10/25 #5 ON POSSESSIVE 25/10/25 #1 ON ITALIANMAFIA 28/10/25 #11 ON LOVE 18/11/25 #1 ON MAFIABOSS 04/11/25
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