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

The sun was rising when Gus woke up from the guest room he stayed in on the far side of the second floor at the Morelli estate.

After being assured that everything was under control, he allowed himself a few hours of sleep before continuing his diligence that day.

The old driver showered and got into his usual clothing. Except on those days, he wore a white button-up without a suit jacket. There was no point in getting too gussied up considering he didn't have millionaires to drive anywhere. Yet he was still put together enough to hold up to his old gangster standard.

Everyone in the mafia dressed well. It was their way of blending in with the higher classes. It was hard to distinguish mafia foot soldiers from regular office workers. The spaces they occupied because of their wealth also normally had nicer dress codes.

An Opportunity Arrives