Lila Monroe didn't expect a mafia prince to walk into her bakery on a Tuesday morning, but then again, nothing in her life had been normal since her ex tried to steal her cupcake recipe and run.
"Hi there," she chirped, brushing powdered sugar off her apron. "What can I get you? Sweet or sinful?"
The man who stepped up to the counter looked like he belonged on the cover of Forbes or a Most Wanted list-maybe both. Dark Armani suit, colder eyes. Jaw sharp enough to cut diamonds. The kind of man who didn't just walk into a room, but owned it.
He didn't smile. Didn't blink. Just stared.
"You made these?" he asked, his voice like smoke and gravel.
"Unless you think the frosting fairies did," Lila grinned, hands on her hips. She was used to men underestimating her-just not ones who looked like they carried switchblades under their cufflinks.
He glanced down at the red velvet cupcakes, then at her. "I'll take six."
"Of the cupcakes or of me?" she teased, then immediately blushed. "I mean-not that I'm for sale, obviously. Unless you're into frosting fights. Not that I'm-oh my God, stop talking, Lila."
His lips twitched, just barely. "Cupcakes. For now."
For now.
The two words sank into her belly like heat, even as her brain screamed run.
She didn't know his name yet.
Didn't know he was the head of the De Luca crime family.
Didn't know she was about to become the most wanted woman in the underground.
But what she did know?
His eyes followed her like he already owned her curves.
And for the first time in her life, danger felt delicious.
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Soft Curves, Sharp Edges
FanfictionHe's danger wrapped in designer suits. She's sunshine in stilettos. Together, they're fire and honey. Alessio De Luca doesn't do softness. The heir to one of New York's most feared crime families, his world is blood, control, and cold-blooded power...
