QueenFrieza

Excerpt: 
His lips left her neck only long enough to say, “If the invisible scars he left don't disappear now, I'll keep trying again and again until they do. Soon your body will know only me.” 

Her eyes were still swollen from her previous tears, but they began to water again for a far different reason than before. She tried to pull away and hide her face from him. 

“Promise me,” she uttered. “Promise me I'll never be in the same room as him ever again.” 

His fist clenched and he had to control his anger. 

Quieter than before he whispered, “I promise.”

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Synopsis: 
A tumultuous childhood made Sophia fight that much harder for peace in her adulthood. Yet it would take only one meeting to shatter the average life she led as a successful bakery owner in the center of New Vista. 

She found him on a pile of garbage in an alley, bleeding from a head wound. After taking him to the hospital, he woke up not knowing who he was. The hospital referred to him as “John Doe”.

While navigating her fresh breakup, the mystery man became her source of distraction and comfort. He has a far more tender and doting side than she ever expected. Is he only like this with her?

The longer he stayed by her side, the more change she noticed within herself. There’s an undeniable pull between the two of them. Call it instincts or attraction, it felt like something she couldn’t ignore. The more time they spend together, the stronger the pull becomes. 

When she finds out who he is, any shred of safety she had before seems to disappear as a target is put on her head.

Mafia. Pheromones. Mate. 

Terms unfamiliar to her become the forefront of her problems. How are they supposed to explore their feelings when the world is intent on tearing them apart? 

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How I Became The Alpha Mafia Boss' Target

Rather than satisfying her with an answer, Luca reached for the glass on the table and took a small sip of it. He only wetted his mouth with the liquid but that was it.

"I thought you were keeping closer tabs on me than that, Serena," Luca responded.

"Why would I waste resources on a druggy gangster like you?" she asked. "I've been requesting a meeting for over two weeks. This is not what we agreed to."

Luca sat up a bit straighter and set his gaze on the woman before him.

"I had amnesia from a head injury," Luca said. "Then I went into my rut."

Serena started drinking the whiskey, though she drank it faster than Luca, preferring to get through the burn more quickly.

It wouldn't be clear if she was talking about his rut or the drink, but he knew for certain she meant his rut.

"Not something I can control," he responded evenly.

A Gangster or a Spy?