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A Dark & Dirty Mafia Thriller Romance with stalker vibes
by debut author D. Lamers!
BLURB
I was raised a dutiful mafia princess. Never tip your hand. Never show fear. Other than the occasional single tear, I only ever cried on the inside. But I was willing to spill my own blood to escape an arranged marriage. When that failed, I finally fled.
Never in my darkest, deadliest dreams did I think my path to freedom would thrust me right into bloodthirsty enemy arms.
Arms and eyes made of steel. A man like no other man I’d ever known. He’d be the death of me.
If only the death of me didn’t feel so excruciatingly good…
PROLOGUE
She freezes in place, her body tense and wary as she slowly turns to face me. And there it is again. That wretched, unquantifiable feeling. My pulse stumbles. My palms dampen. Breathing becomes an effort.
“Go inside,” I bark at her roommate, jerking my head toward the door. The girl gives me a nervous look, glancing at her for some kind of permission. But in the end, she scuttles away, leaving us alone in the hallway.
Just me and her.
She watches her friend go before turning those sharp eyes back to me. Assessing. Calculating. Like she’s trying to gauge how much of a threat I truly am. But she already knows the answer to that, doesn’t she? Knows exactly how much power I hold over her.
I step closer, just to mess with her head a little. Most people flinch, recoil, crumble under the weight of my presence. But her? No. She stiffens, sure, but she doesn’t back down. A part of me respects that, hates it too.
She’s been conditioned to sit still, to be nothing more than a well-placed ornament, a nice little thing in the background that shuts her mouth as told. And she’s good at it—for most people.
But not for me. Nah. I see right through that act. She’s let me see every bit of that fire she’s hiding. And, fuck, it’s… Addictive. I want more of that. I want her to see it too.
To feel that fire burn inside her.
“We need to talk.” My voice comes out neutral, measured.
She stares at me, lips pressed tight, eyes cold. “I have nothing to say to you.”
I raise an eyebrow at her, thinking about drawing my eyes away from hers. Her gaze makes me uncomfortable, but also… curious. And for a second, I don’t know how to respond.
“I disagree,” I say, forcing my voice into a teasing tone. “There’s plenty left unspoken between the two of us. You’re just scared to say it.”
She doesn’t respond immediately. Just stares at me, her eyes sharp.
“You’re delusional.”
“What’s that? Got something to say to me now?”
She looks at me, but she still doesn’t speak. So, I step in closer, my shadow falling over her. “Come on, say it. You know you want to,” I push. And that’s when she finally cracks.
“You want me to say something?” Her voice slices through the space between us. “Fine. You’re a liar. And a kidnapper. Why the hell would I waste my breath on you?”
Her voice trembles slightly as she speaks, but it’s not from fear. Speaking up is foreign to her. I can tell. She’s spent too long swallowing her own voice.
“You lied about everything.”
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