his date just so he could kill me, would he? I don't think so. If there is anything I know about Mafia Kings is that they never let their tr

ichie's outstretched hand, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement. Stepping out of t

ntrance. I can't help but feel a tingle as his touch lingers on my

retort, "Your hand isn't mean

," he admits, his fingers gently caressing my spine.

touch is undeniably electrifying. I should be resisting, fighting against these stupid feelings, but

nner party was nothing like I expected. I thought it would be a fun gathering with a bunch of coworkers, but it seems

is beefy bodyguard, giving me these intense stares. It's like he's got his eyes glued to me as if I'm some kin

ichie is into some sort of illegal activity or worse. I just want to know what exactly it is and how I can expose him and ruin his life. That's all I want for tonight but seems like none of his dea

and sat down, I spotted a waiter carrying a tray of champagne flutes. I couldn't resist grabbing one and taking a sip while scrolling t

nd disgust. I should have known something like this was going

re of Richie and me. My curiosity got the best of me, so I tapped on the comment section, which I really wish I

heard Richie's voice behind me sayin

at Richie and r

nonsense, and idiots like them comment

ion. Being here with Richie is enough torture for m

na get something

ute and reply, "I alrea

you shouldn't drink too much because what I ha

and I asked, "W

ip of my champagne. With a theatrical flair, he announces, "

falls silent, giving Richie the stage to continue speaking. "I am Richard Maranzano, as many of you know," he

s, seeking an explan

le, his gaze filled with passion as if he's trying to captivate me complete

I laid eyes on you, I knew you were the one," he says, his voice filled with sincerity. "I f

hen drops to one knee, a glimmering ring appearing from his pocket. "R