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Couture Criminals

Cheeky owner of a struggling fashion boutique, Poppy Fields dreams of having her designs rocking the couture runways in Paris and Milan. While fantasizing about the glamorous life, her world is about to collide with the devil himself in the form of a dangerous mafia leader, Roman D’Amico, out for revenge for his dead brother. Often mistaken as the future wife of one of Chicago’s most notorious crime bosses, and Roman’s rival gang member, everyone who enters Poppy’s little shop believes they are doing a favor to the Gambino family. When her doppelgänger waltzes into her boutique, the women are shocked to find they look like twins. Leaving her identification behind as a ruse to flee the country, Claudia switches lives with the unsuspecting fashion designer. When Luke Gambino falls for the ploy, he believes Poppy is his runaway bride, forcing her to take on the persona of the real Claudia Ricci. Following the murder of his brother, Roman D’Amico is looking for revenge. When he suspects the Gambinos are behind it, he plots to kidnap the rival gang member’s wife. Unknowing that the women have switched places, Roman kidnaps the wrong couture diva. With Claudia missing, Poppy must keep up the ruse, and convince Roman to keep her alive or fall into the hands of the murderous Gambino family.

LorettaKAuthor · Urbano
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159 Chs

Chapter 66

Hearing the man mention his mother like property, Luke reached for his pistol but hesitated. The man watched Luke's had twitch over his breast pocket, knowing below that jacket was his gun. "Don't do anything you'll regret, son. A low-level nobody is one thing. Shooting a Don can put you in some deep water with the families. They respect me and my family. What would they say about you considering your past?"

Luke relaxed, still wanting to shoot the man. He was right. The family heads didn't trust him, and for now, he'd need to lay low. His father had no idea the stress he'd caused, and once it was all cleared up he would make sure his family would never be in this mess again.

"Fine. How do you want to do this?" He said sitting back in his seat as he threw back the rest of his Scotch.

"I want a cut of the olive oil."

"Our olive groves? Why?"

"It looks legit and no feds on our ass. I need that right now."