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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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Defying an Order

"Gabby is not answering." Giovanni entered the room again a minute later. "She might already be asleep. I'm sure she'll come back tomorrow. She always does."

Gael slowly nodded. He glanced down at his bare torso and saw the gauze covering the lower right of his rib area. He couldn't see his wound, but he could feel a throbbing pain on it, especially when he breathes. 

"When… burial?" he asked with difficulty.

Earlier, his uncle had told him who among their people died. Three of them were distant cousins, and five were soldiers. Their men were buried two days ago while he was still unconscious. But Giovanni hadn't told him when Senior Carlos's was.

"Tomorrow. Noon."

"I'm going," Gael muttered.

"You're not allowed to leave this room."

"Says who?"

"The doctor. You could get an infection. Don't be hard-headed." Giovanni's tone was low.

"I'm going," Gael insisted.