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Ghost was struggling to control himself as her scent flooded his nostrils, seeping into his body, springing up a rage of desire in him.

Nothing would be more appealing than pinning her back against that goddamned car and fucking the shit out of her. Fucking her down to her bloody release and licking it up. Setting her insides ablaze with his hungry cock.

If only it was that simple. If only he could put away the crazy 'what ifs' and just indulge what he was feeling for her.

But he couldn't. All he could do right now was cloud his need with a bit of an aggressive attitude.

"Well, tough shit. You belong to the Mafia. To us…" He so badly wanted to say 'to me,' but it would seem too possessive, and he surely didn't want her to detect the raging feelings he was grooming for her.

Letting her go was the right thing to do. She seemed to have lost someone special, and she had loved ones waiting for her. And there was no certainty that she would be safe after the two weeks Don Carianno gave.