I glared when his hand reached again to my neck. Our faces only an inch apart. His big hand was almost wrapping it whole. His thumb massaging my throat like a feather. "And when I thrust inside of you, I want to hear you scream my name. Every name of mine."

"Dante. Adriano. Sol. Di. Angelo." His thumb stroking the center of my neck while uttering every name he owned. His eyes hooded in heat, lust clouding the windows of his soul. "And when you cum, it'll be Dante you moan."

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Hailynn Fleury is a talented painter. Growing up as an orphan, she and her best friend Ethan, always wanted to get back to the people that helped and cared for them. When one of her friends convinced her to auction her paintings at one of her charity events, it didn't take much persuasion knowing the money would go to the orphanage. 

On the night of the auction, her future took another turn when she saw a handsome man holding a gun. Later finding out that he was a mafia boss with an intention of keeping her from thereon. 

Witnessing him pulling a trigger to someone would have been the mafia boss' wisest decision to never let her go. Except that he couldn't touch the girl knowing the promise he had with his cousin. Dreams of bedding the girl is no longer an option. But how will he treat his ragazza, really?

Find out how both of their lives took a turn- with the aspiring artist and the Italian mafia boss.

Mafia King

Hailynn was finally released from the hospital. I brought a set of clothes for her to change when I came to pick her up. 


When we had that conversation the other day, I realized we never thoroughly clarified a lot of things. We didn’t know what we were in each other’s hearts. We were both insecure and I think that talk had brought light to our relationship. Hailynn knows my feelings for her and I know for now that she doesn't still feel the same way but I could see that she’s in the process. 


I could confidently say she’s falling. She’s walking on a path that she knows that it will bring her to me. To my heart. 


And for some reason, I don’t know why the woman in question has been scowling all day when I thought we’ve already made up. Did I meet a woman again yesterday that I’m not aware of? 


I peered at the beauty sitting on the passenger seat of my car. “Are you okay?” I’ve been wanting to ask her that. I didn’t want to irk her and let her be but I can’t seem to stop worrying. 


Chapter 30