Lovely's feather
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Under the law of the mafia: a dangerous passion
Mafia Emily Carter, a brilliant American computer scientist, grew up in an impeccable family. After the premature death of her father, she was raised by her mother, a gentle and loving woman who instilled in her solid values. Thanks to his exceptional talent for hacking, Emily attracted the attention of a large international company that invites her to work on an exclusive project in Italy.
Taking advantage of the opportunity, she took a few days of vacation in Naples before starting her project. But one night, when she walks in a picturesque street, Emily accidentally attends an illicit drug transaction, orchestrated by one of the most dreaded mafia groups in Italy. The head of this organization is Matteo Ricci, nicknamed "The Devil" in the underground world. Cruel, ruthless and calculating, it is a terrifying figure in the mafia universe.
To prevent it from revealing what she saw, Emily is removed by Matteo's men. As she tries to understand how to escape, Matteo discovers her talent for hacking and decides to use it to secure his criminal networks. What he had not planned is that this woman, so different from everything he knows, gradually shakes the walls he erected around his heart. Emily, on the other hand, is torn between her fear of this dangerous man and the irresistible attraction she feels for him. You might like
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