The Mafia lord's Addiction

t kiss, she felt herself bound to him in a way that terrified her. She glanced at the wall again, at the photographs and docume

lculating intensity. "You asked for the truth, and now you have it," he m

ng his gaze. "If that's what i

ark amusement in his eyes. "Brave words

mething about his presence-his unwavering power and the darkn

hould understand that you're not just a spectator anymore, Veronica

t another part, the part that had been inexplicably drawn to him from the

the room, to a desk littered with files. He opened one, revealing pages filled with names, locations, c

t filled with a steely resolve. "Politicians, businessmen, people you'd n

r along one of the names. "But why le

your own death warrant. But I trust you're smarter than that." His fingers brushed her skin, ling

ing her features. "You might think you own

yebrow, amused

e could hardly comprehend. It was like peeling back layers of a mystery, each revelation both shocking and strangely exhilarating. And

t vulnerable, a side of him she hadn't seen before. "This is what I am, Vero

ight of his words. "Then I gu

ing along her cheek, his touch seari

ing with the fierce attraction that simmered between them, binding her to him in ways that went

both fierce and possessive. The intensity of it was overwhelming, a dark, consuming passion that left h

ause there's no limit to what I

e looked into his eyes, she knew that she'd crossed a threshold, bound to him in a way that def