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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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Whoever Does It First

The Morellis being in Esmea didn't sit well with Gael. Just the thought of them being anywhere near Mayne City already made his blood boil. Among the five other families, the Morellis were the ones they had always been in a constant war with for decades. They would take every chance they get to destroy the De Luca family. That would mean any weakness shouldn't be out in the open. 

He couldn't let them near Angela. They'd have to go through his dead body first before they even think about touching her.

As if Giovanni had invaded his mind, the man took a sip of his coffee and asked, "Who's in Parklane? Your girl?"

Gael didn't answer. He didn't need to tell Giovanni about Angela. So he ignored the question and stared at his own cup of coffee, the tip of his middle finger tracing the rim absentmindedly.

Seeing as his nephew wouldn't tell him who was in Parklane, Giovanni shook his head and began his nagging. "Haven't you played enough already?"