The Mafia forbidden love

A Dance wit

e was the moment

the underworld. The man her fathe

er-calm, intense, as if he could see right through her mask of poise. She should have tu

ze, challenging him in a

he dance floor. She took a sip of her champagne, feigning indifference, but her fing

moved

tion without asking for it, he crossed the ballroom. E

er, Elena's heart was ha

d, his voice low, smoot

't a qu

grip was firm, warm, but not forceful. He led her to the dance floor, pull

murmured, his breath b

up, meeting his gaze

the corner of his lip

t most

that sent shivers down he

lose. The tension between them was palpable-something un

d pull away. But for the first time in her life,

t ready to le

away from hers. "Careful, Elena," he murmured. "

ver so slightly closer. "Then I

htened his grip, and Elena kne