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Gael's Naughty Angel: A Mafia Prince Romance

[BOOK1] What are the odds that Gael would find himself as the Hero of a dark romance novel? After stumbling upon the book that he probably wouldn't have found if not because of his sister, Gael read the entire thing in one night. He found the book worthy of his mockery. It was absolutely ludicrous! He must find whoever wrote this absolute nonsense about him so he could show that person what he does to people who were deserving of his wrath. But what would he do when he finds out that the author of the book wants to keep her identity a secret? Will he expose her? Or will he use the secret to his advantage? ... "How dare she use me this way?" A menacing stare paints his face as he looks at the woman from a distance. "She likes writing romance novels so much?" he scoffed. "Then I'll give her the best damn story she would ever want to write." ~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~~~~~ Other Works: •Serendipity - A Chance Encounter (Complete-Ongoing revision) •Femme Fatale: The King's Deadly Temptress •Gabriella's Hellfire: An Arranged Marriage Mafia Romance (Book 2 of The De Luca Mafia Series) •Giovanni's Black Heart: An Enemies to Lovers Mafia Romance (Book 3 of The De Luca Mafia Series) ~~~~~~~~~~~ Join me and follow all my socials: linktr.ee/nixxxie *Licensed cover image ~~~~~~~~~~~ Proofreader/Editors: Filledelisle Swaning

NixxxiE · Urban
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556 Chs

What It Means

Promise. The word rang in Gael's head. He did promise he'd try. And he would try. It's just that, his patience when it came to that piece of shît was like a snowflake. He'd been waiting for a long time for this, and he was sure he'd combust the moment Evan would appear in front of him. That snowflake would dissipate before it even reaches his skin.

'I'm sorry, Angel… Me trying would probably only last five seconds. Maybe two. Five is too much for me,' he thought as he stared deep into her eyes.

Angela looked away. "I don't like that you saw it."

His brows immediately drew together, but he was careful with his words when he replied, "I hate that you went through that. When did this happen? Was it before I met you?" He wanted to connect the dots—to see a clear timeline in his head.