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She Owns My Heart
Nobody seemed to understand that I was trying to protect Amara from getting hurt, especially if she was hoping to marry me someday. But that wasn't going to happen. "What's the latest on the Greek Mafia, Vin?" Max changed the subject, sensing the tension between Dad and me. The playful brother was gone, replaced by the serious Mafia king in his expression. "We've got intel that they're trying to infiltrate our turf without permission. There are signs they're trying to bribe our people too. But don't worry, I've put out alerts and banned their products from our markets, cutting off their excuse to do business," I reported. "Good move. I guess your work here in Florence is done. Are you staying or heading out immediately?" Max asked eagerly, his concern for Rome clear. I knew I needed to
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