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Part one of a duet
No good ever comes from a red-head in a stolen dress with her worldly possessions at her feet.
I should have known she was trouble when smoke and sin followed her into my bar and she challenged me to a game.
She may have won my watch, but she started a war.
As she slipped my Breitling off my wrist and onto her own, she gleefully announced she was the luckiest girl in the world.
Yeah, lucky to everyone but me.
Because the moment her muddy boots stomped down the stairs and up my spine, my empire started to crumble.
My cashmere charm is wrinkling.
My gentlemanly facade is cracking.
My enemies are closing in.
Maybe the gypsy was right:
The Queen of Hearts will drag me down to hell.
At least it’s wonderfully warm among the flames.
Dark mafia romance - enemies to lovers - age gap - slow burn
Somme's notes:
You should know that I write dark romance, and my stories–including this one–aren’t for the faint of heart. They contain several triggers, so aren’t suitable for everyone.
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