The mafia's little possession

The mafia's little possession

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She only wanted his money. Now, she's carrying his heir. Valeria De Luca has spent her life chasing wealth, using beauty and charm to get what she wants. Love? It's a fairytale for fools. When a one-night stand with a mysterious stranger leaves her pregnant, she plans to disappear-until she learns the man she slept with is Alessandro Moretti, the ruthless mafia lord who controls half of New York. Alex doesn't do relationships. He doesn't trust women-especially gold diggers like Valeria. But when he discovers she's carrying his child, he makes one thing clear: she belongs to him now. She can fight, she can run, but she will never escape him. Trapped in a deadly world of power and betrayal, Valeria refuses to surrender. But as secrets unravel and enemies close in, she realizes that the most dangerous thing of all isn't the mafia... It's the way her heart races when Alex looks at her like she's already his. But in their world, love is just another weapon-one that might destroy them both.

The mafia's little possession Chapter 1 1

The bass of the music pulsed through the air, vibrating the marble floors beneath Valeria De Luca's stilettos. The club was drenched in dim golden light, the scent of expensive liquor and seduction thick in the air. Everywhere she turned, men in tailored suits lounged in private booths, their gazes predatory, their wallets open. Women in slinky dresses curled around them like silk, murmuring promises they'd never keep.

Valeria belonged here. Not as one of those women who batted their lashes for a man's attention-no, she was the type to make a man beg. She knew exactly what she wanted, and she never left without it.

Tonight was no different.

She sat at the bar, one leg crossed over the other, her black satin dress hugging every curve. The plunging neckline was deliberate-dangerous men were easily distracted, and she had mastered the art of using it to her advantage. She lifted her glass of whiskey to her lips, savoring the burn.

"Drinking alone?"

The voice was smooth, deep, laced with a kind of authority that sent a ripple down her spine. She didn't turn immediately-men like that expected immediate attention. She made them wait.

After a deliberate pause, she turned her head.

And met a pair of dark, unreadable eyes.

He was tall, his presence demanding even in the chaos of the club. His black shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, exposing a hint of tanned skin, and the way his suit jacket hugged his broad shoulders told her everything she needed to know. This was a man who wore power like a second skin, who was used to being obeyed.

Intriguing.

"I like my own company," Valeria said, tilting her head as she studied him. "But if you plan on changing that, I suggest you start with a name."

He smirked, a slow, knowing expression. "Alex."

Just Alex. No last name. No explanation.

Dangerous men rarely gave more than that.

"Well, Alex," she murmured, running a finger along the rim of her glass. "What brings you to my side of the bar?"

"Curiosity." He leaned in, and the scent of something expensive-whiskey and woodsmoke-wrapped around her. "You don't belong here."

That made her laugh. "Oh, I belong everywhere."

Something flickered in his eyes, something sharp. He leaned back against the bar, watching her like she was a puzzle he was deciding whether or not to solve.

"You like money," he said bluntly.

Valeria didn't even blink. "And you like power. We all have our weaknesses."

His lips twitched. "You're not afraid of me."

"No." She swirled the last of her whiskey, meeting his gaze. "Should I be?"

He didn't answer. He didn't need to.

They both knew the truth.

The tension between them coiled tighter, the air thick with something neither of them wanted to name. She wasn't sure who moved first-him or her-but suddenly, he was closer, his fingers grazing her wrist.

"Come with me," he said.

It wasn't a question.

Valeria should have said no. Should have walked away. But there was something intoxicating about him, something dark and consuming, and for the first time in a long time, she wanted to lose control.

She slid off the barstool, her smile slow and wicked.

"Lead the way."

Valeria wasn't sure how they made it to the penthouse. One moment, they were stepping into the elevator, tension crackling like a live wire. The next, she was pressed against the cool glass of a floor-to-ceiling window, her breath hitching as his lips traced the curve of her throat.

The city glittered below them, a sea of lights stretching endlessly into the night. But all she could focus on was him.

Alex's hands were firm, demanding, tracing fire down her sides as he gripped her waist and pulled her flush against him.

"You're dangerous," she murmured against his lips.

His fingers tightened. "And you're playing with fire."

Valeria smiled against his mouth. "I don't mind a little heat."

Then she kissed him, hard and unrelenting.

She didn't think beyond the moment. Didn't wonder what kind of man he was or what secrets he kept in the shadows. She didn't care.

Because tonight, he was just Alex.

And she was just a woman who wanted to forget.

Valeria woke to golden sunlight spilling across silk sheets.

And an empty bed.

For a moment, she just lay there, her mind hazy, her body sore in the best possible way.

Then reality set in.

She sat up, scanning the massive bedroom. Black sheets. A single whiskey glass on the nightstand. A watch-expensive, sleek-resting beside it.

No sign of him.

Just like she expected.

Valeria smirked, sliding out of bed. She wasn't the type to cling. A night was a night, nothing more.

She grabbed her dress off the floor, slipping it over her head before padding toward the massive windows. The view was breathtaking-Manhattan spread out beneath her, a city of power and opportunity.

She should have felt satisfied. She should have walked away without a second thought.

But something about last night lingered.

Something about him lingered.

Annoyed with herself, she turned-

And froze.

A note sat on the nightstand, scrawled in sharp, precise handwriting.

Don't disappear too quickly. I'm not done with you yet. - A

Her breath caught.

Her pulse pounded.

Valeria had spent her life chasing money, playing games with men who thought they could own her.

But something told her this was different.

Something told her she had just made a very dangerous mistake.

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“She only wanted his money. Now, she's carrying his heir. Valeria De Luca has spent her life chasing wealth, using beauty and charm to get what she wants. Love? It's a fairytale for fools. When a one-night stand with a mysterious stranger leaves her pregnant, she plans to disappear-until she learns the man she slept with is Alessandro Moretti, the ruthless mafia lord who controls half of New York. Alex doesn't do relationships. He doesn't trust women-especially gold diggers like Valeria. But when he discovers she's carrying his child, he makes one thing clear: she belongs to him now. She can fight, she can run, but she will never escape him. Trapped in a deadly world of power and betrayal, Valeria refuses to surrender. But as secrets unravel and enemies close in, she realizes that the most dangerous thing of all isn't the mafia... It's the way her heart races when Alex looks at her like she's already his. But in their world, love is just another weapon-one that might destroy them both.”
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