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Did she leave something? I recall her dropping her bag but didn’t pick her as the type of woman to plant something so she had an excuse to return.
I’m also thinking I probably wouldn’t mind another taste. Crouching, I reach for the object and end up with a business card in my hand.
As I stand, flipping it over, I see the name, and my blood freezes. Mia Mancini—Event Coordinator.
Mancini.
I stare blankly at the carpet.
You have got to be fucking kidding me?
I storm down to my office, buck naked, punch the code into the security panel, and push through the door.
No goddamn way.
I find the Mancini mafia and stare at the notorious boss, Joe Mancini. My eyes trail down. Like a family tree, I have all the names and faces of the Mancini family—and others—showing their roles and any other information I deem important.
Motherfucking fucker.
My chest tightens when I find her photo and name right there on my goddamn wall—Maria Luna Mancini.
Jesus.
She’s younger in the photo. The data was collected when she would’ve been eighteen, at most. She wasn’t anyone we paid much attention to because she was a child.
The little Nathan ever said about Mia was that she spent most of the time with her mother, until the woman died. It was Cade, her brother and heir to the mafia throne, we needed to keep an eye on.
Recently, he’s been causing trouble. He throws his power and influence around town, being mostly a nuisance but making enemies. I’d love to know what Joe thinks about it, but that will never happen. We aren’t close enough to him to have a clue.
We do know Cade isn’t much liked but is respected because of his position in the family. I call it respect, but it’s not really.
I stare back at Mia’s photo and curse. It’s her. Maria—Mia—fucking Mancini. The mafia princess. The woman I fucked for several hours last night.
“Wait a damn minute,” I say as something occurs to me.
I storm down to the living room and lift the contract off the ground when I find it. Flicking the pages, I find her signature.
The little minx. She signed a false name.
I slam it down.
Well, well, well. The voice in my head tried to tell me something, and I didn’t hear it. I’m nearly impressed with how she fooled me. Not that she has any idea who I am and why I know all about her and her family. About every mafia on this planet.
What is she doing working for Donna?
I know for a fact her residence isn’t a Mancini-owned property. Did she get to me to drop her off somewhere other than where she lives? For a moment, I’m worried if she got home.
“Fucking hell, Connor. She’s Joe Mancini’s daughter. Who cares?” I growl out loud.
Then my brows shoot up when an idea occurs to me.
I kind of hate myself, but there’s no way I can ignore it.
A door which has been shut to the Dark Kings for years has just cracked open, and its name is Mia Mancini. Is there a way to leverage a relationship with her? Could she be a way into the upper echelon of the Mancini family?
That’s a big fat fucking yes.
Am I going to walk away and let this opportunity slip through my fingers?
