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"Aria, you had me hooked the moment you stood in front of me in the VIP booth back at Volt. Then you had me whipped when you were sprawled across my desk a panting mess." His lips brush mine and I want nothing more than to lean forward and close the gap between us, despite the small cut on my lower lip. "I'm yours, Aria-Marie Marino. I have been since the moment I met you." • • • • • • • Some say I'm my father's daughter. Others say I'm my mother's blessing. I say neither. I'm just the monster my father made me. Being the daughter of the notorious Alberto Marino has never been easy. Particularly now that I've met his greatest rival. It was just supposed to be a fun night out with my sister before attending my mother's banquet but it ended with me both annoyed and bothered. Little did I know that the man who had me all hot and wanting in a VIP booth of a club was the man who wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in my father's head. Or mine once he finds out what I've done.
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