The Mafia's King Forbidden Obsession

arely slept

her to. Not because of the soft sheets or the eerie

se of the

es unless h

in her mind, wrapping

here, but Valentina knew one thing-she refused to

came t

light streamed through the floor-to-ceiling

ts tighter around h

man in a crisp black suit. Not one

ownstairs," he sai

s curled around th

a brow. "Who

n't nee

nt

sharply. No choi

ve me fiv

back, closing th

her mind racing. What did Dante want

here a way to turn thi

m expensive prisoner. A simple black number that hugged her figure but didn't restri

surprised to see Dante seated at the head o

d before him-croissants, fresh fruit, eggs

p, his silver e

it

pping forward. She took a seat at the opposite end of the

caution. "Relax, ga

You just kidnap

his coffee. "If I wanted to hurt y

't foolish enough to think Dante

h an intensity that made her skin pri

ut w

n darkened. "

stif

ou claim you don'

d, forcing her voi

gaze sharp. "Then why did you s

tion from the

ed it with a shrug. "Because I knew peo

rked. "Sm

scension. "What do yo

ngers against the

frowned.

s Javier

d. "You th

"I think you know mor

I knew where my father was, do you

d her for a

ng that made the bloo

d traces

eath h

x years, and not a single whisper of Javier Russo. Then, s

ned on the table. It's

her father might actually be alive-sent a

Anger.

saw

d. "So yo

tted her teet

leamed with am

easily he sa

to something dark and final. "I don't have time for games. If you kn

, refusing to fl

g whether to believe her. Then, aft

t's make

wned. "What k

lp me f

And what do I

k widened. "

retched be

One she wasn't su

tayed close to Dante, gained his trus

odded. "Fine.

with satisfaction. "

a hand to seal the deal, a chi

her doesn't wa

if Dante kills