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His Loyalty. Her Heart.

His Loyalty. Her Heart.

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Parts 9

MatureOngoing49m

Last published Wed, Jul 22, 2026

Fiction

Romance

Dark Romance

Mafia

Erotica

Tagsagegap darkromance loyalität mafia romance

Er steht immer an Papas Seite. Ausnahmslos. Er kennt mich, seit ich geboren wurde. Hat mich aufwachsen sehen. Hat mich beschützt, für meine Familie gekämpft und seine Loyalität nie auch nur eine Sekunde infrage gestellt. Ich sollte ihn nicht ansehen. Nicht so. Und doch kann ich nicht aufhören, nach seiner Aufmerksamkeit zu suchen. Ich kann nicht aufhören zu hoffen, dass sein Blick einen Moment länger auf mir liegen bleibt. Ich kann nicht aufhören, mir zu wünschen, dass er jede andere Frau übersieht. Denn ich wünsche mir etwas, das niemals mir gehören darf. Ihn. - Sie ist die Tochter meines besten Freundes. Der Tochter des Mannes, dem ich mein Leben schulde. Dem Oberhaupt der mächtigsten Mafiafamilie Italiens. Er vertraut mir alles an. Sein Haus. Sein Imperium. Seine Männer. Seine Macht. Seine Familie. Und ausgerechnet bei seiner Tochter sollte er mir niemals vertrauen. Schließlich kann ich mir selbst nicht trauen, nicht bei ihr.

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