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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

Claire Wilkins · Fantaisie

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50 Chs

Chapter 48 : Interrupted

*Gwen’s POV*

"Gwen?" Darick called out to me, pulling me from my daze.

“I’m not going anywhere,” I said suddenly, resolute in every decision I’d ever made.

“What do you mean?” Darick asked as the light from the candles flickered in his eyes.

"I'm saying I want to be with you, and I'm choosing to be with you. Not because of a blood oath, but because…well, because I love you, too."

Darick’s eyes softened, and he reached over, delicately, and slid a hand under my chin. "But it's dangerous to be with me,” he whispered as he gazed into my eyes with an intensity that I had never seen before.

"I've been put under a blood oath, bitten by an evil mafia lord, and I've watched multiple gruesome attacks. Why should I be afraid now if that didn't break me?"

Darick studied me, his glowing eyes flickering back and forth between mine. "Who are you, Gwendolyn Jones?" he asked.

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