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

“For the millionth time, amore, no.” 


“No. No means no. For God’s sake, amore, you’re almost eight months along. You can hardly work on your own.” 


“That’s why you’re going with me.” I insisted. 


I gave him a pout and my famous puppy dog eyes that I realized during my pregnancy that it works against him. I can get whatever I want with these eyes. 


“Oh, no. Don’t give me that look. It’s not gonna work this time.” He wasn’t even looking at me straight. Surely because of fear that he might be swayed because of my eyes. 


He continued to work on some documents behind his desk. My shoulder slumped in disappointment. 


You must be wondering what I had been asking from my handsome Italian man, the father of the twins inside my belly. I simply wanted to visit my parents’ grave. 


Chapter 38