Forced love: A billionaire Mafia enemies to lovers story

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ging, probably realizing after years of wor

nt, it was almost muscle memory-just another monotonous day. If it were up to me, I

e men at a particularly loud table

ing crude gestures. However, when I pass

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a drink, then leave,

a short skirt like that; y

t more aggressive than usual. I scanned the room for Rocco or any of my male colleague

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of face that belonged on the cover of a magazine, all sharp angles and perfect symmetry, with striking blue eyes that were both piercing and intense. His tousled dark hair only

"Move along, Prince Charming

teeth flying. He kept punching him while I stood there to stunned to even

the tension. "Alright, that's enough!" he barked, his voice bo

clearly realizing he didn't stand a chance. Even next to Rocco, who usually dominated

quick glance. "Y

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g scrutiny. "You sure?" he asked, his voice smooth but holding an intensity that made my breath hitch.

nd my voice, he nodded to his henchmen, who hauled the patron away. With one last

was expecting when I said I nee