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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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Help.

"You're an idiot, do you know that?" commented the woman next to Gael at the backseat of the car. She rolled her eyes and busied herself with her phone.

He didn't respond to her remark, but his jaw ticked from annoyance. He already knew he was being an ass, and he was too pissed to argue with her. They had left the restaurant soon after Angela left, and now they were parked several meters away from her apartment building.

Gael stared out the window and watched as the Rock opened the passenger's door and helped Angela alight the car. 

The Luxe Residences

Vincent had a hand on the small of her back, and she didn't seem to mind. With a bouquet of roses and a purse in her hands, Angela walked towards the front door. She looked slightly pale, but she formed a smile when she turned to face him.

"Thank you… And I'm sorry…" she muttered.