ONE NIGHT STAND WITH A MAFIA DON!
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Chapter 7 SEVEN img
Chapter 8 EIGHT img
Chapter 9 NINE img
Chapter 10 TEN img
Chapter 11 ELEVEN img
Chapter 12 TWELVE img
Chapter 13 THIRTEEN img
Chapter 14 FOURTEEN img
Chapter 15 FIFTEEN img
Chapter 16 SIXTEEN img
Chapter 17 SEVENTEEN img
Chapter 18 EIGHTEEN img
Chapter 19 NINETEEN img
Chapter 20 TWENTY img
Chapter 21 TWENTY ONE img
Chapter 22 TWENTY TWO img
Chapter 23 TWENTY THREE img
Chapter 24 TWENTY FOUR img
Chapter 25 TWENTY FIVE img
Chapter 26 TWENTY SIX img
Chapter 27 TWENTY SEVEN img
Chapter 28 TWENTY EIGHT img
Chapter 29 TWENTY NINE img
Chapter 30 THIRTY img
Chapter 31 thirty one img
Chapter 32 thirty two img
Chapter 33 thirty three img
Chapter 34 thirty four img
Chapter 35 thirty five img
Chapter 36 thirty six img
Chapter 37 thirty seven img
Chapter 38 twenty eight img
Chapter 39 thirty nine img
Chapter 40 forty img
Chapter 41 forty one img
Chapter 42 forty two img
Chapter 43 forty three img
Chapter 44 forty four img
Chapter 45 forty five img
Chapter 46 forty six img
Chapter 47 forty seven img
Chapter 48 forty eight img
Chapter 49 forty nine img
Chapter 50 fifty img
Chapter 51 fifty one img
Chapter 52 fifty two img
Chapter 53 fifty three img
Chapter 54 fifty four img
Chapter 55 fifty five img
Chapter 56 fifty six img
Chapter 57 fifty seven img
Chapter 58 fifty eight img
Chapter 59 fifty nine img
Chapter 60 sixty img
Chapter 61 sixty one img
Chapter 62 sixty two img
Chapter 63 sixty three img
Chapter 64 sixty four img
Chapter 65 sixty five img
Chapter 66 sixty six img
Chapter 67 sixty seven img
Chapter 68 sixty eight img
Chapter 69 sixty nine img
Chapter 70 SEVENTY img
Chapter 71 seventy one img
Chapter 72 seventy two img
Chapter 73 Seventy three img
Chapter 74 Seventy four img
Chapter 75 Seventy five img
Chapter 76 Seventy six img
Chapter 77 Seventy seven img
Chapter 78 Seventy eight img
Chapter 79 SEVENTY NINE img
Chapter 80 Eighty img
Chapter 81 Eighty one img
Chapter 82 Eighty two img
Chapter 83 83 img
Chapter 84 84 img
Chapter 85 85 img
Chapter 86 86 img
Chapter 87 87 img
Chapter 88 88 img
Chapter 89 89 img
Chapter 90 90 img
Chapter 91 91 img
Chapter 92 92 img
Chapter 93 93 img
Chapter 94 94 img
Chapter 95 95 img
Chapter 96 96 img
Chapter 97 97 img
Chapter 98 98 img
Chapter 99 99 img
Chapter 100 100 img
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Chapter 3 THREE

SABINE'S POINT OF VIEW

I had just stepped out of the shower when my phone rang.

It was my dad.

"Hey, baby girl," he said, sounding way too excited for 8 a.m. "You wanna come with me to court today? I finally caught that big-shot criminal I've been telling you about. Today's his trial."

"Really?" I paused, looking at my cleaning supplies. "Well, I was going to deep-clean the apartment, but... You know what? Why not. I'll be there in an hour."

I hung up, threw on a simple outfit, and ordered an Uber as I got dressed. By the time I was slipping into my sneakers, the car was already waiting outside.

The car pulled up in front of the courthouse just as the first raindrops fell. The sky above was a deep gray, heavy with unshed storms like even the universe knew today was going to change something.

I rushed up the steps and into the building, spotting my dad by the water dispenser, clutching a steaming cup between his hands.

"Boo!" I called out, grinning.

"Oh, Sweetie!" He jumped, nearly spilling the water. "You scared me."

I burst into laughter. His startled expression was priceless.

"Gotcha. Am I too early?"

"Not at all. Court starts in ten minutes," he said, and led me down the hallway into the courtroom.

I'd never had much interest in law or police work. But growing up with a father who wore the badge like a second skin, now rising fast toward Chief of District.

I'd been around this world my whole life.

He sat me in the front row and said proudly, "You deserve a front-row seat. After all, you're the daughter of the officer who finally brought this bastard to justice."

That pride in his eyes made me smile. He had worked tirelessly for three years to catch this man. And today, it was all paying off.

A few minutes later, a convoy of officers walked in, and the man in cuffs caught my attention immediately.

He wasn't what I expected.

Dressed in a sleek, though slightly rumpled black suit, he walked like he owned the room. His hair was black, tousled like he'd been in a fight or bed or both. Even disheveled, he looked powerful. Lethal. Breathtaking.

Then I saw the tattoo peeking through the open buttons of his shirt.

Donno Della Morte.

It sent a chill down my spine. I had no idea what it meant... but it felt like something final. Like a warning.

And for some reason, he wore it with pride, the tattoo clear enough for anyone with functioning eyes to see.

I was so mesmerized that I didn't realize he was looking right at me.

When I met his gaze, my heart skipped.

Something about him felt familiar.

I couldn't place it, couldn't remember ever seeing him before, but there was a flicker of recognition in my chest. Like I knew him... from a dream. Or a nightmare.

Then he smiled.

A slow, predatory curve of lips. He licked his bottom lip, and something about the way he looked at me, like I was something to be devoured.

It made me swallow hard.

Suddenly, my dad lunged forward and punched him in the jaw.

"Keep your goddamn eyes off my daughter, you sick bastard!"

The man staggered back, then laughed. Loud. Unbothered.

It was like nothing could touch him.

"Officers! Order in this courtroom!" one barked. "Any more disruptions and you'll be removed or held in contempt."

Thankfully, the judge hadn't arrived yet, or my dad would've been in real trouble. Even cops didn't get immunity when they broke protocol in court.

The officers lifted the man off the floor and pushed him back into his seat. He didn't fight it. He just smiled again, that same knowing, terrifying smile.

When the judge finally entered, everyone stood. Except for him.

He just sat there, lounging in his seat like he was the one running the show.

"Sir, stand," I heard his attorney whisper urgently.

The man glanced at him with a dead look- cold and cutting, and the attorney backed off, visibly shaken.

The charges were read.

Murder.

Drug trafficking.

Human trafficking.

Weapons smuggling.

You name it.

The prosecution laid out their case with evidence too damning to ignore. The defense tried, but it was a losing battle.

The sentence was inevitable.

The judge called for a ten-minute recess. The decision would be made after.

I got up to speak with my dad, but he was deep in discussion with his fellow officers. So instead, I wandered to the small snack bar near the doors and grabbed a mango-flavored treat, my favorite. My dad always made sure they had one for me when I came to court with him.

I took a bite, munching on the snack, the mango-flavoured treat calming me.

Then I felt it again, that intense gaze.

I looked up.

Him.

Dominic Vitello.

He was staring at me like nothing else in the world existed. Like he already owned me.

And when I looked back?

He smiled. Again.

Something about that smile made my throat tighten. I turned quickly, retreating to my seat before my dad noticed. I didn't want another scene, or blood on the courthouse floor.

The judge returned, and the court resumed

The verdict was read.

LIFE IN PRISON.

But instead of fear or regret, the man just... laughed.

A deep, amused sound, like the whole thing was some kind of game.

I watched as the guards led him out in cuffs.

The rain was falling hard now, a downpour crashing against the courthouse steps as I followed behind them. I held my umbrella overhead and stood beside the prison van.

Before they pushed him inside, he paused.

Turned.

Stared at me.

And smiled like he knew something I didn't.

Like I'd just entered his game.

Then he blew me a kiss... and disappeared into the van.

My dad's hand landed on my shoulder, bringing me back to reality.

"How was that?"

"Scary," I said honestly. "He wouldn't stop staring at me."

"I know, honey," he replied, squeezing my shoulder. "But he's gone now. Locked up for good."

I nodded.

But as we walked to his car, my mind wasn't with him.

It was still inside that van.

With Dominic Vitiello.

And for some reason, I knew it wouldn't be the last time I would see him.

            
            

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