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Mafia's Little Dove

Chapter 5 Fire & Pressure

Word Count: 813    |    Released on: 13/02/2025

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and Vincenzo shoved that check into her hand like she was so

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an who radiated power with every step,

stead, here she was, still fuming, still thinking about the way his sharp jaw tensed when she dared to touch him. The way his light brown

s, Sienn

ly and turned bac

ntically, their movements precise, their focus razor-sharp. The judges-some of the

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efused t

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her finishing garnish. The next,

sh herb

d she misplaced them? No. They had bee

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s-Elena, a cutthroat chef with something to prove. And in Elena's s

ut there was no time to a

, adjusting on the fly. Instead of the herbs, she grabbed a hint of smok

ed down. Three.

ike that,

Judg

r chest heaving as the

asted, murmuring a

thed as the woman's lips wrapped around the spoon. For a second, Lucinda said n

ice smooth as silk.

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on someth

before approaching her. She was graceful, controlled, ev

ted," Lucinda

nk you. That means a

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