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A no strings attached night of pleasure with a hot stranger turned sour for Gemma when she woke up the following morning to find out that she had been kidnapped by no other but the same hot stranger, who happens to be one of her mafia family's rivals.

Unable to escape, she decides to piss off her captor in every way she could. But what she didn't know was that pissing Miguel off would do her no good.



~Excerpt

"Just this once, after tonight, you aren’t going to see him again." These were the words that Gemma kept saying to herself in her head as she and Sebastian stumbled into his hotel room, their lips locked in a searing kiss, and their hands fumbling to take off each other’s clothes.

"I…. I usually don’t do this," Gemma murmured into Sebastian’s mouth.
And then, She reprimanded herself for sounding so cliche. Isn’t that the sentence that every girl says to their one nightstand?

"I know," Sebastian said as he kissed his way down her throat.
"How do you….." Gemma forgot what she wanted to say when he kissed her pulse point and sucked on it.


Gemma nearly drowned from the noise that was inside her head, asking her to leave before things got out of hand, before her father and her brothers found out that she was missing.

"I think I should be…."

Gemma didn’t get to finish her sentence because Sebastian shut her up with a kiss. He slid his tongue into her mouth and Gemma opened up for him.

"Oh…."

Inferno Heart

Even if he was trying so badly to act deaf, Miguel could still hear Gemma as she sobbed in the bedroom.

She was sobbing because of him, because he refused to call her father and make a bargain with him.

Not that he wasn't going to do it. He has plans of calling Russo to inform him that he was with his daughter. But he wants to wait until Russo finds out for himself that his father has been lying to him all along.

He knows there is going to be a war between his father and Russo. And he wants to wait it out.

Now sitting in the kitchen and hearing her sob, did something to his inside. He couldn't explain what it did to him because he doesn't understand it. But whatever he was feeling, wasn't a happy feeling.

He groaned inwardly as he got up from the stool he had been sitting on and slowly dragged himself to the bedroom. He didn't want to ask her what the problem was because he already knew why she was crying and he couldn't give her what she wants.

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