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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

NixxxiE · Urbano
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556 Chs

A War

"And you're confident that you can change my mind?" Angela retracted her hand from his grasp and folded her arms in front of her.

"I prefer the term 'optimistic'." Gael mimicked her movement, and the muscles in his arms bulged when he did.

It didn't intimidate her that he was taller, bigger, and definitely more masculine. If anything, she felt proud of herself that she could stand in front of him—someone who, according to others, was a ruthless mafia. She just couldn't see it in him. Or maybe… he just hadn't shown it to her yet.

A tinkling sound from a bicycle bell came from the side, and just as she turned her head to look, Gael had circled an arm around her waist and pulled her towards him.

She was pressed against his hard chest like sliced cheese being forced between sliced ham and bread—she instantly melted in his warmth—yep, cheese.

"Careful," he muttered when a bicycle passed behind her.