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Filed to story: The Mafia Boss’s Regret (Ava & Dante) My home looked like something out of a magazine. A red front door with a gleaming gold knocker. Black-and-white checkered floors polished to perfection. A sweeping wooden staircase, all lacquer and shine, crowned by a chandelier that glittered like it had secrets of its own….

Filed to story: The Mafia Boss’s Regret (Ava & Dante) “Besides, Dan is a perfect gentleman. If you would’ve met him this morning after church like you were supposed to, you would know that.” I’d strode right out of the church doors and to the car before I could be corralled to meet my future…

Filed to story: The Mafia Boss’s Regret (Ava & Dante) I would rather eat a handful of dirt. The front door opened and my mamma’s brother and Papà’s consigliere, Marco, entered with his wife. My father said a parting word and went to greet them, and just left me with this man, whose presence was…

Filed to story: The Mafia Boss’s Regret (Ava & Dante) She nodded. “I’ll be down soon.” I was downstairs, turning a corner in the hall near the library when I collided with something warm and solid. A breath escaped me as I was forced a step back. I knew who I’d run into before I…

Filed to story: The Mafia Boss’s Regret (Ava & Dante) BILLIE HOLIDAY PLAYED SOFTLY FROM the old pool radio. Condensation dripped down crystal glasses, and silverware glinted in the bright sunlight. It was a hot July afternoon, but the steady breeze was the perfect interlude. Lights wound around the wooden slats of the patio cover,…

Filed to story: The Mafia Boss’s Regret (Ava & Dante) “Put. It. Down.” Dante’s words carried a calmness with a hint of animosity, like the ocean before a storm. One second, two seconds. Stefan was hesitating-Bang. Something warm and wet hit my face. My ears rang as the voices around me sank underwater. The man’s…

Filed to story: The Mafia Boss’s Regret (Ava & Dante) I was six-foot-three-hardly inconspicuous-but she wouldn’t notice me for another thirty minutes, at which time she would glare at me. The Candy Voss was sweet to everyone but me. I could have laughed, if for reasons unknown to me, it didn’t piss me off. It…

Filed to story: The Mafia Boss’s Regret (Ava & Dante) Tony glanced at me with a remorseful expression. “I’m sorry, Ava. Didn’t know it’d go that way. Honest.” My heart squeezed. “I forgive you.” He laughed weakly. “You shouldn’t.” Tony usually had a smug look on his face, but when he smiled-a real smile-it drifted…

Filed to story: The Mafia Boss’s Regret (Ava & Dante) Apparently, Jenny had volunteered to move into his apartment and help him out. My mamma told me this with a roll of her eyes. She really didn’t like Jenny. And after hearing she’d cheated on Tony with Dante, I wasn’t sure what to think about…

Filed to story: The Mafia Boss’s Regret (Ava & Dante) Dante’s gaze flicked to my sister. “What?” “Manspreading. How you’re sitting.” He didn’t respond, only sat back, rested his arm behind Lydia’s chair, and then, like he was merely getting comfortable, stretched his legs out a little further. My sister’s expression hardened. All right, maybe…