d board for Elena De Luca's life: cold, unpredicta

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a tight red mini dress off the rack. "Te

ool just outside the dressing rooms of an exclusive boutique in Mayfai

d to get laid. When's the last time you even flirted with a guy,

t looking to be anyone's pussy

e out here ruining men's lives, not

t. Less dicks.

d less fun. Elena, you're the daughter of a fucking Italian Don. You're supposed

faintly but d

er family did back home in Italy..

zipper higher, "you still coming to the

be hit on by a rich fu

ht. And a jawline that coul

eadpan stare. "So

and ducked back inside. "

ut sharp-fitted jeans, sleek boots, and a cropped cashmere sweater that made her boobs look perki

e she had her

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buzzed in

nd saw "Papà" on the scr

el

's voice came through the l

, instantly softening

have called sooner

" she murmured, he

pa

to come ho

d. "Is every

together again. Your brother's back from Milan

e-the one that sounded li

phone tighter. "Can it wait a bi

he jet. Tomo

mach cl

sn't

d slowly. "I gues

Luisa pack

r jacket," Elena muttered. "She alw

huckled. "I'

ne wen

ed the phon

diately caught the shift in her face. "What's up?

self. "My dad. He wants m

For real? Shit. You th

eird. Like he was trying not t

ou a mafia prince to marr

promised me when I was sixteen-no arrange

s mind. I mean, wouldn't you love a hot, dangerous,

ther ea

ed sidewalk. Elena's mind wasn't on the shops or

ething real

shorter. She missed her brother like hell, but their texts had g

ould run, you could hide in universities across t

it pull

-legged on her bed in the London flat. Th

flight itinerary h

re: 10:30AM. Arrival

. She'd almost forgotten the wei

was com

cking i