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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

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A Favor

Without knowing what Gael had planned, Angela decided to trust him anyway. So she changed into her workout clothes and washed her face in the bathroom. A few minutes later, her intercom chimed, pressing a buzzer when she saw that it was him. She then quickly finished washing her face and tied her hair up into a ponytail, looking fresh and ready just in time when the doorbell to her front door rang.

He came back with a duffel bag in hand and asked if he could use the bathroom to change his clothes. He came out wearing gym shorts, plain black dri-fit shirt, and sports shoes. She was facing the sink while preparing a tumbler, so she hadn't seen him yet when she asked, "Where are we going?"

"With those pants, I'm afraid I won't let you leave your apartment…" he said as he approached her, dropping the bag next to the island. His eyes raked over her full, round, perky, squeezable ass. Damn it. Those pants hugged her globes perfectly—it should be illegal to wear those.