Trapped By The Mafia King's Secret Obsession

I took a lethal job: acting as a body double for a clo

Felix Falcone, the terrifying Underboss-and the bo

herous memory betrayed me. I accidentally revealed intimate details about his habits, from his hatred of dark chocolate to the exact make of his tactical pen. My cover was blown. But instead of executing me for the deception, Felix discovered my true id

or-a man who once publicly despised me and viewed unions only as tools

r and danger wrapping around me as he sent a message demanding my complete

d for a hunt, Fe

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d against the flesh of my thigh. It was a message from the real Mafia Princess: *Ask the Underboss about the one fa

not of dread forming in my thr

vast it felt like a physical weight on my chest-my late father's parting gift. He was a man of small

llo, the sheltered daughter of a high-ranking Capo. I'm a body double. A decoy bride

expanse of polished mah

th absolute authority built on a mountain of broken bones and silenced enemies. God help me, he's

ged the broad lines of his shoulders. His presence seemed to alter the density of the air, mak

dn't reco

e coddled Mafia Princess I was hired to play. A twisted relief washed over me-if he knew who I really was, I'd already be d

k and severe. The makeup was heavy-smoky eyes, a blood-red lip. Even I hadn't recognized myself in the mirror. Gianna had smirked and said the transform

his voice cleaving the dense quiet. A low, danger

smoothly, lifting my chi

took his coffee black. I knew he hated spicy food. I knew he had a borderline obsessive need for cle

is arrangement?" I asked,

t out of duty-because it serves my empire. It consolidates the Family's powe

nd my sternum. I pushed my leather

rboss," I said, folding my hands i

o the private room and bowed deeply.

etween my fingers. Dark chocolate. His least favorite thing in the world. That had been too close. The exhaustion of the past seventy-two hours-the rehear

mile tea instead," I said,

silence. His handsome face wa

l at the academy. I'd stumbled blindly into him between classes. He'd caught me by the waist, his large hands steadying me against the uny

ago. To him, I was

, and she was perfectly willing to use my life as collateral to find it. I knew her angle, of course. The Capo's intelligence network had flagged an old anomal

m, thick with leather and his cologne, sud

tare. "Rumor has it you had a... secret interest back at the academy. Som

t the table's edge, a microsecond of arrested motion. Then it was gone, his features settl

gs for anyone," he state

he spoke had been a