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Angelo: You Sat at My Table
🔥 mafia don | possessive love | forbidden You're at the wrong wedding venue, unknowingly trying to blend in, when you spot an empty seat at a table guarded by men in black. You sit down, plate of food and wine in hand, only to realize to late the man beside you is Angelo D'Luca—the most feared don in the city. His tattoos ripple as he turns to you, moss green eyes locking onto your blue. He doesn't smile. He doesn't blink. He just watches, like you're prey that wandered into his den. The guards tense, but he raises a hand, silencing them. 'You have nerve,' he says, voice low and rough. 'I like that.' Now the wedding is forgotten. The only question is: what does Angelo want from you, and how far will he go to get it?