Mafia's Forbidden Desire

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scular build. Droplets clung to his skin, shining like morning dew on leaves. His

ic black eyes held untold stories. They bore a quiet intensi

o a rich chestnut color, giving him an effortless charm as t

it around his waist as he stepped out of the steam-filled r

relli is here to see you," called

a hoarse voice, "Coming!" Brushing his damp hair, he walked out of h

" Dario Morelli, Sebastian's cousin on his mother's side, greeted him

ll like booze and sex!" He sat on the lone

Just this morning, Dad told me about your wedding. Seriously, are you real

" Sebastian asked, acknowledging Mr. Francis a

at Mr. Francis. As Mr. Francis walked away,

ster, Mia. I made advances toward her, but she looked confused the whole time,

ry interested in the unison. He didn't feel drawn to Larisa; there was no spa

ht his attention. Larisa had texted him a good morning, bu

d, Sebastian felt as if he had been transported back to

*

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nning out of time

ight sunlight momentarily blinded me. I groaned while trying to pull the d

e little bundle of trouble dash out of my bedroom, clutc

le I glared at her, my frustration mounting. "No, seriously, she saw you yanking the duvet off me

aped her lips. "Your enlistm

e!" I threw a

ut to you for help, and you'd respond, Just giv

of the digital clock on my study table. My heart

es

mirror looked back at me, and a rising feeling of unease swept over me. I wondered

heart began to race. As I brushed my teeth, I couldn't help

e feels like a dagger to my heart, but my

other passed away. The weight of her death was too heavy for him to carry alo

husband, John, quickly took action, searching every orphan

my father visited me, and as he held me, tears ran down his face. He wanted to take

was r

ted he had been promoted to the rank of Capo under Anton Genovese, the no

flight!" I heard Sophia knocking at the door.

ore minutes

h concern, "I'm going to g

pared for the day. I applied moisturizer to my skin and lined my amber eyes with kohl. I put on som

nded on my luggage by the door, with

ce and turned toward the kitchen. Sophia's ravioli is

toward me, the fork and spoon already in my hand. "Umm..

cal eyebrow as I ate. "Goddammit! He's involved with the mafia, and you plan to tell him you're

y throat, and then responded. "I want to tell him that he

s that simple?" s

I will stand up for him against the world." I ardently yearned

ouldn't have let you go to Springfiel

take without understanding the consequences of his actions. I sense that something is wrong with him, and I struggle with the anxiety

up and turned

the Genovese family coerce him into committing crimes, or is there more to the story? Who is this infamous

a said, cupping my face in her hands

abella encircled me in a hug, wr

ese territory. Keep your distance from that family

p me. "And stay away from Sebastian Genovese!" she warned, her voice fi