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I can not believe how incredibly bad this mafia romance could be…..oh wait I can

Dude is in the MAFIA! And he’s upset that she didn’t want her kid growing up in that world?!? He’s constantly guilting her for “depriving” him of the experience of being a parent when the book literally starts with his godson also dying from mafia ties.

''Orchestrating this haircut to preempt the trauma of hair loss was something only a parent would recognize as necessary. Only a father would sacrifice his own healthy mane to make his son feel less afraid, less abnormal.''

'There’d been no time to tell her his truths. No time for her to learn who he really was in the proper context. She didn’t know Don Dante DeLuca. He hadn’t existed when Sanai was a part of his life. There was so much to consider. This wasn’t something he could just lay at her feet, especially not while she was dealing with their son’s health situation.'

“Understand me, Sanai. I’m here to take back everything and everyone that was stolen from me six years ago when you died. I want my son, but I want you too, and I intend to have you both.”

The boy climbed into his mother’s lap and turned his face to stare openly at Dante. The same eyes he looked at in the mirror stared back at Dante. They were deep, dark, inquisitive, so ready and open to whatever Dante had to offer him. The boy was Dante’s double. Even his complexion mirrored Dante’s. Fate could sometimes be a cruel bitch. How fitting was it Sanai sought to steal the boy from Dante

For now, he’d keep her at bay, but he’d have to return to Florida soon enough and deal with his wife before she could cause more damage than she’d already wrought.

“I’d ask you who this is.” The quiet strength of his voice seemed to shake the entire room. “But since it looks exactly like a picture I took when I was that age—you know, except for the cornrows, of course—I’d say you left Florida carrying more than just luggage.”

“I’m the fucking man that loved you more than my own life!” he bellowed as he stepped forward, forcing her to backpedal with each step he took. “The man who thought he would die when he found a dead woman burned beyond recognition holding the locket I gave you, the locket you wore every day. I’m the fool that stood over a hole in the ground and cried like a baby at his mother’s tit while a casket"

“Six years, Sanai. Six fucking years I thought you were dead. Care to explain to me how I managed to get that wrong?”

“My God, it’s you,” slipped from his lips just before he pulled her into his arms and sealed her lips with his. There was that perfect mix of fire, heat, and vanilla that was always there whenever he’d kissed her in the past. Familiar lips moved under his with a matched urgency. A routine so familiar neither of them had to think about it. Even after six years, their bodies still remembered.

“ Dante saw a gloved hand press a gun to the man’s head. He wasn’t surprised by the cloak-and-dagger routine. The less he knew about the murder, the less likely he could be connected to it. “Thank you for your assistance. You may proceed,” he muttered in a casual voice. A second later, a loud pop filled the air, and the man’s head sagged limply to one side as the other half of his head shattered into pieces."