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 · Urban
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556 Chs

Fight for It

A knock on the room jolted Gael awake, which in turn, also woke up Angela. His hand immediately went to the gun under his pillow on instinct. They didn't move from the bed yet but they stared at the door, wondering who it could be outside at this hour. The curtains were drawn close but it couldn't be late in the morning.

"Who is that?" she whispered from his side, torn between snuggling into him closer and getting up from the bed to get the door.

When another knock came, he untangled himself from her and went to open the door. He blinked himself awake upon facing Charlie on the other side who was casually wrapping his hand with a white hand wrap in a meticulous way—like he was ready for a match.

"Dad?" Angela croaked, her voice scratchy from sleep.

"Good morning, Sweetheart." Charlie smiled at her before shifting his gaze to Gael.