The Mafia Prince's Secret Lover

den light over the sea of wealthy elites, their laughter mingling with the steady hum of deep house music. Everything about this place re

ta didn't

e her older brother, Matteo, disappeared into the crowd. He'd dragged her here under the excuse of a "siblings'

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cheekbones and a lazy smirk, l

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rous

pinned her

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ered at the pet

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nd deliberate. "Y

down her spine. She suddenly felt as though she had stepped

a step closer. The scent of cedar and something

. "Matteo tal

uiet chuckle.

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t her-like he already knew everythin

er lips before flicking back up, "why does a woman who saves l

ed. "Exc

ting. "You're too inn

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se that his breath feathered

er force of him. There was something undeniably electric about him, some

appeared, clapping a hand on Rafael's s

greeted, his tone

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abbed her wrist, steering her away from Raf

h the crowd, she couldn't st

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eo pulled Sienna toward his car

anded, yanking free as they reached the s

nd through his hair. "That man-R

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And that's exactly why I'm tell

neath her skin. "Why? Because he's rich? Beca

have no idea who he is. Rafael Bianchi isn't

ch droppe

ugs. Guns. They own this city." He turned, gripping her shoulders as his dark

er mouth, but n

fi

ammed into her lik

at him, the effortless control he exuded. Even the way he'd

ran down

ying to piece it all togeth

sed into a hard li

s that ev

exhaled. "It mean

hitched. "You're

afael don't just talk to women like you. If he lo

voice sent a strange

tinued. "You're better off f

had looked at her-like he wanted her, like he was memoriz

ury the memory of Rafael Bianch

s overflowing as usual. Patients lined the halls, some waiting for basic treatmen

oy's arm when the door opened,

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n thic

ering at the sight of the man who

. He wore a charcoal suit, the jacket unbuttoned, his shirt sleeves rolled u

f place in her small

t-he b

ck. Even Marco, the clinic's security gua

ost done," she murmured, tying off the last stitch.

re hopping off the tab

fael, crossing her arms over her chest. "Ar

th lifted. "I don't u

ause you're

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her heart pounded. "T

moment before speaking. "I

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itated.

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