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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 · Urban
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556 Chs

If the Fates Allow

Gael was serious about taking out the top bills that "touched" the skin of Angela's abdomen. The top bills were now neatly folded and slipped inside a bottom slit of his wallet where he had never accessed before. He replaced four one hundred bills. Was he really going to keep it and not use it at all? Absolutely.

He then stuck the bundles in his jacket's inner pocket—where he should have done so in the first place. Just as he zipped up, Angela's curiosity filled the air. 

"What are those for anyway?"

He lifted his head and met her eyes, and then he subtly nodded at the people who were eating at the tables. "These street people need money. That's why a lot of them still stuck around even after eating."

She scanned the room as if only to realize what he just said. "They knew you were going to give money? I thought they just stayed because it's warm inside the tent. So you're always giving away cold cash?"