♛♛♛𝗦𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘 ♛♛♛
♛♛♛𝗦𝗔𝗩𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗗𝗔𝗧𝗘 ♛♛♛
He’s next in line to RULE to Irish Mafia, she’s off limits, an outsider. But, when trouble lands her at his feet, he takes the opportunity to have what he truly wants—her.
A Dark Irish Mafia Romance coming 11th of January 2021.
♛Dark Romance
♛Enemies-to-lovers
♛Irish Mafia
Mafia Prince is coming January 11th!
𝗔𝗗𝗗 T𝗢 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗦:
Bitly: https://bit.ly/2JdKCjQ
𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦 / 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗦:
𝑆𝑖𝑔𝑛 𝑢𝑝 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑒 Mafia Prince
Direct to the form: https://bit.ly/MafiaPrinceEVENTS
SNIPPET FROM MAFIA PRINCE:
Maeve needs to learn a lesson.
“Kick in the door,” I say to Freddie, and he does as I say. Three slams of his large foot and the rotten door gives way. A woman wails from inside as Freddie enters, and my adrenaline accelerates as I march in behind him. This couldn’t be Maeve’s house. It’s a dump. The smell has me wanting to leave. I look up, and my gaze clashes with Maeve’s. I have a brief moment of wanting to step up to her and carry her out of this dive. But her gaze flares up, and I give her a grin that drips with a silent threat.
Her gaze dances around the hall, and she’s moving to the wailing woman.
“Get out!” Her red eyes tell me she’s been crying. A fresh flow of guilt filters through my veins, but I remember how brazen she was not long ago. She walked into my club, looking for money. Her eyes still held the same distaste they always did, ever since I can remember.
“Get your bags,” I speak calmly, not allowing the fire to ignite in my words.
“What have you done?” The woman asks Maeve and shakes her head. Straight away, I get the urge to defend Maeve.
“Nothing,” Maeve growls through clenched teeth.
I take another step towards her, and she stiffens.
“I said the deal is off.” Like fuck it’s off.
“Freddie here will pack your stuff.” I threaten and tilt my head. This is her final warning before I carry her to my jeep. The thoughts of touching her have me stepping closer. “Or maybe you want me to?” I grin, and heat travels up her neck.
Maeve glances at the woman who must be her mother. I know an alcoholic when I see one and smell one. I want out of this hell-hole.
I click my fingers. “I’ve been patient enough.”
He’s next in line to RULE to Irish Mafia, she’s off limits, an outsider. But, when trouble lands her at his feet, he takes the opportunity to have what he truly wants—her.
A Dark Irish Mafia Romance coming 11th of January 2021.
♛Dark Romance
♛Enemies-to-lovers
♛Irish Mafia
Mafia Prince is coming January 11th!
𝗔𝗗𝗗 T𝗢 𝗚𝗢𝗢𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗦:
Bitly: https://bit.ly/2JdKCjQ
𝗕𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗚𝗘𝗥𝗦 / 𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗚𝗥𝗔𝗠𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗦:
𝑆𝑖𝑔𝑛 𝑢𝑝 𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑙𝑝 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑜𝑡𝑒 Mafia Prince
Direct to the form: https://bit.ly/MafiaPrinceEVENTS
SNIPPET FROM MAFIA PRINCE:
Maeve needs to learn a lesson.
“Kick in the door,” I say to Freddie, and he does as I say. Three slams of his large foot and the rotten door gives way. A woman wails from inside as Freddie enters, and my adrenaline accelerates as I march in behind him. This couldn’t be Maeve’s house. It’s a dump. The smell has me wanting to leave. I look up, and my gaze clashes with Maeve’s. I have a brief moment of wanting to step up to her and carry her out of this dive. But her gaze flares up, and I give her a grin that drips with a silent threat.
Her gaze dances around the hall, and she’s moving to the wailing woman.
“Get out!” Her red eyes tell me she’s been crying. A fresh flow of guilt filters through my veins, but I remember how brazen she was not long ago. She walked into my club, looking for money. Her eyes still held the same distaste they always did, ever since I can remember.
“Get your bags,” I speak calmly, not allowing the fire to ignite in my words.
“What have you done?” The woman asks Maeve and shakes her head. Straight away, I get the urge to defend Maeve.
“Nothing,” Maeve growls through clenched teeth.
I take another step towards her, and she stiffens.
“I said the deal is off.” Like fuck it’s off.
“Freddie here will pack your stuff.” I threaten and tilt my head. This is her final warning before I carry her to my jeep. The thoughts of touching her have me stepping closer. “Or maybe you want me to?” I grin, and heat travels up her neck.
Maeve glances at the woman who must be her mother. I know an alcoholic when I see one and smell one. I want out of this hell-hole.
I click my fingers. “I’ve been patient enough.”
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