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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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Wherever You Will Go

Angela and Gael emerged from the bathroom and found Giovanni at the other end of the hallway connected to the living room. As if nothing happened, the two men headed out of the cabin where the others had been waiting. It turned out the others had been outside this whole time. Not that Angela would know, she was far too busy.

Giovanni hung back a step behind Gael where Angela was, and he held a knowing smirk as they crossed the porch. It was annoying that she wanted to wipe it out of his face. Gael was already headed to Damien and William, but Giovanni took his sweet ass time walking.

Unable to keep her thoughts to herself, she started, "Were we…"

"Too loud?" Giovanni finished without looking at her. "Not really. But I still heard you guys."

"Did they—"

"Hear you? I'm not sure. They already headed outside when you two disappeared into the bathroom."

She drew her brows together. "Did you—"