mafia boss romance 2
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CHAPTER 2 — A GIRL MADE OF LIGHT
I learned quickly that Lorenzo Moretti did not sleep.
He existed in a world of late nights, whispered orders, and blood-stained loyalty. Yet somehow, he made space for me—soft, careful space, as if I were something fragile he hadn’t yet learned how to hold.
“You stare when you think,” he said one morning, handing me a cup of coffee in his penthouse kitchen.
I blinked. “You notice everything?”
“Only what matters.”
The sun filtered through the glass walls, painting him in gold. In daylight, he looked less like a demon and more like a man burdened by his own legend. Tailored suit. Sharp jaw. Eyes that softened only when they landed on me.
I hated how easily he disarmed me.
“Why me?” I asked, tracing the rim of my cup. “You could have anyone.”
His answer came without hesitation. “They want my power. You challenge it.”
That made me laugh—soft, surprised. “I’m twenty-one. I can barely argue without getting emotional.”
“Exactly,” he said. “You’re real.”
He brushed his knuckles against my wrist, barely there. The touch was innocent. Reverent. It made my heart ache in ways I didn’t understand.
Yet outside this glass tower, danger waited.
His enemies had begun to notice me. Whispers followed my name. Warnings slid into conversations like knives. Loving Lorenzo was no longer just risky—it was becoming political.
“You should leave,” I told him one night.
He cupped my face, thumb brushing my cheek. “And let the world win?”
In his arms, fear loosened its grip.
Peace found me—in the most dangerous place imaginable.
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