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"I don't want to eat." His eyes narrow a fraction of an inch, but at this point I don't even care if I piss off the great Cavallaro. Last night was hell enough, I'd like to see what else he can do with me. When he's done removing his watch, Silas stalks towards my bedside and crouches down. Anyone normal would think this man is comforting me. That he's here to keep me safe, wrap me in a blanket of his warmth and tell me I have nothing to worry about, but everything - from the way his tattooed hand reaches out, to how taunt plays in his eyes when I tense - screams danger. His thumb caresses my skin, and this hold on me is scarily warm. Seducing. Deceiving, but I know better. I know I can't ever be safe when I'm the subject of this touch. "This marriage has to look real." His eyes darken. "Give others a reason to doubt it and I'll throw you out on your ass without a penny." --- He was the storms she was afraid of. Wore the confidence she lacked. Carried the darkness she craved would touch her with rough, inked fingers. But a facade is a facade, and she doesn't realise she'd fallen for it until she finds herself face down on concrete, wedded to a Don notorious for being a diabolical cheat. He's her deception. But what he doesn't know, is that two could play at this game. And Catalina loved games. --- A mafia romance with a complicated twist on enemies to lovers.
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