The Mafia's King Forbidden Obsession

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, clutching her books tightly to her chest. The crisp night air carried the scent of r

when she

reflected the glow of the streetlights, revealing nothing of the occupants inside. But Valent

tire life running from shadows like these. If she kept walking, kept pretending sh

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lled up beside her. The window rolled down, revealing

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es. The heir to the Moretti crime fam

eyes that felt as if they could strip awa

voice smooth, laced w

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but there was no humor in it. "I

ills down her spine. He knew her

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er? The answers might be buried in a past she has despera