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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

Nine Lives

The restaurant became a bloody mess. With about ten lifeless bodies on the floor, the once lively celebration turned into a horror scene.

The older women wailed, seeing the sight in front of them. Thankfully, some men from the De Luca family got to them in time and brought them to safety behind the counter where bullets weren't able to go through. 

"Gael…" Giovanni grimaced as he crawled towards his nephew several feet away. 

Gael had his hand on the side of his torso where he was shot, but he had no energy that covering his wound with his weak hand didn't help at all. His breathing became shallow and the color on his face was draining.

His sister, Gabriella, and his grandmother were crying next to him, unsure of what to do.

"No, no, no… Gael!" Giovanni made it to his side, wincing in pain as he held his arm. 

"Zio! You're bleeding too!" Gabriella whimpered. She panicked even more, her hands trembling as they were suspended in the air.