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My Bloodthirsty Mafia Man

Ever since I started at the Brooklyn Enquirer as a journalist, I've been reporting on stories nobody cares about. But the other day, I found a story that I was sure the audience would sink their teeth into. One that was front-page worthy and would make our newspaper infamous. Except it centers around a mafia boss and his bloodthirsty brothers. It won't be easy to get it, but I'm determined to prove my worth. And it starts with Darick Dawson. My heart fluttered as we gazed into each other's eyes. At the same time, we leaned forward, and our lips touched. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he stroked his fingers through my hair, pulling at the roots softly, earning a moan from me. He traced his finger around my lips when suddenly, I opened my eyes and noticed the red in his irises getting darker. My Bloodthirsty Mafia Man is written by Claire Wilkins, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author

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Chapter 34 : Broken Hearts

*Gwen’s POV*

'I have to do something to keep my mind off Darick,' I thought to myself as I tossed and turned in the bed.

I had only slept in the bed with Darick for a few nights, but waking up in a different room was weird. I had grown accustomed to being in Darick's room and having him by my side.

I pushed the covers off and walked to the bathroom.

Oh, God. I looked like I had transformed from Goldy Locks to Goldy Monster as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Dark circles encamped around my eyes, and I had bags big enough to fill sacks of water.

But despite it all, I had no motivation to enhance my appearance. Maybe if I looked ugly enough, it would keep Darick away. I never wanted to see him again. Sadly, I had to accept the reality that not seeing him, however, wasn’t even an option.

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