The sun had barely risen, casting a soft, golden hue over the quiet beach. The air was cool, tinged with the salty scent of the sea, and the sound of the waves crashing gently against the shore created a serene rhythm that seemed to calm the world itself. Lily stepped...
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She arranges roses by day and dreams in lavender.
He signs death warrants by night and keeps the city’s darkest secrets.
Lily , is pure softness: delicate hands, gentle voice, and a tiny flower shop called . She believes in treu love , whispered poetry, and the quiet magic of petals.
Lorenzo is the wolf the underworld fears: Il Lupo, the man who protects the innocent with the same hands that silence the guilty. Tall, inked, lethally calm, he has spent his life making sure nothing soft ever touches his world… until one dawn swim changes everything.
He saves her life with one steel grip. Then he takes her body in a single, storm-drenched night of raw, unrestrained passion. One night of tangled sheets, teeth on skin, and her name torn from his throat as he pins her beneath him, over him, against the wall. One night of whispered filth and reverent worship, of her nails scoring his back while he marks every inch of her softness with his mouth, his hands, his release. One night where he loses himself so completely inside her that he forgets how to breathe without her.
And then, before sunrise, he ghosts her. He slips from the bed like a thief, leaving only the scent of sex, salt, and his silver lighter behind. He runs from the terrifying truth: this gentle flower girl has cracked his chest open and crawled inside his heart.
But a wolf can only run so far when the woman he craves carries his marks on her skin and his name on her lips.
Weeks later he’s back, haunting her flower shop, desperate to explain, to beg, to claim. She refuses to listen… until the night his control shatters and he carries her away into the storm again.
He ghosted her once to protect her from his darkness.
He’ll burn the entire city to the ground before he lets her go a second time.
A scorching, detailed spicy mafia romance packed with explicit, richly written intimate scenes (every touch, every gasp, every possessive thrust described in unapologetic, sensual detail), slow-burn obsession, a brooding Italian alpha who falls first and hardest, a soft heroine who refuses to break, “touch her and you die” energy, light restraint, and the grovel of a lifetime.
If you crave page-melting spice, heart-wrenching grovel, and a mafia hero who runs from love only to come back feral and obsessed…
Welcome to game of heart , where the wolf flees the sunrise, but the flower is the one who keeps him forever.
Chapter : 02
As the evening progressed, Lily tried to shake off the strange pull she felt towards Lorenzo, but he lingered in her thoughts. She couldn’t help but notice how he seemed to be aware of her every move, his eyes drifting toward her more than once. She even caught a fleeting smile from him,...
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Chapter : 03
The ocean breeze grew cooler, carrying the scent of salt and promises unspoken. Lily felt her pulse quicken, though she couldn’t decide whether it was the chill or the weight of Lorenzo’s gaze on her. She looked down at her hands, unsure of what to say. There was something electric in the air between...
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chapter 04 :
Lorenzo leaned against the edge of the wooden bar in the dimly lit private lounge of the luxury villa where he and the others had gathered after the storm. A glass of whiskey rested in his hand, untouched. The usual chaos of his life—laughter, reckless indulgence, and casual flirtations buzzed...
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Chapter 05 :
Haunted by Her Ghost Lorenzo stumbled into his apartment sometime before dawn, the city lights bleeding long streaks of crimson and gold across the polished floor. The night’s haze still wrapped around him like a second skin—too much whiskey burning in his veins, too many meaningless laughs echoing in his...
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chapter 06 :
pushe him to the edge At the bar the next night, Lorenzo lounged in the VIP section like a king on a throne he no longer wanted—Matteo on one side, Rafael on the other, the low thrum of bass vibrating through the floor and up into his chest. Crystal bottles...
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Chapter : 07
The morning light sliced through the penthouse windows like a blade, merciless and unforgiving. Lorenzo woke with a skull-splitting headache and a different kind of ache , one that throbbed low and relentless, born of whiskey, frustration, and the phantom heat of a woman he couldn’t outrun. Lily. Her name...
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Chapter : 08
The bar was a fortress of shadows and smoke, tucked into the underbelly of the city where men like them could drink without watching their backs too closely. Low amber lights hung from the vaulted ceiling, casting long pools of gold across scarred wooden tables and the faces of people...
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Chapter : 09
Matteo watched Lorenzo disappear through the crowd, the door swinging shut behind him with a heavy thud that seemed to echo longer than it should. He exhaled slowly, the smirk fading into something sharper, more thoughtful. Rafael took a long pull from his beer, then set it down with a...
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chapter 10:
The morning light sliced through the half-drawn blinds of Lorenzo’s office like a blade, cold and unforgiving. The shower hummed from the adjoining bath—Lorenzo under the scalding spray, trying to burn away another sleepless night. Matteo could picture it: water pounding over tense shoulders, steam thick enough to choke on,...
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Chapter 11
The morning sun filtered through the half-closed blinds of Lorenzo’s office, casting sharp golden bars across the dark mahogany desk and the leather chairs that had seen too many confessions. Rafael sat in one of them, posture perfect, tablet in hand, reviewing shipment manifests with the kind of focused intensity...
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Chapter 12
The bar was a sanctuary of low light and older sins, tucked into a brick-walled basement where the city’s noise barely reached. Jazz drifted from hidden speakers—slow, smoky saxophone curling through the air like the faint haze of cigar smoke that never quite dissipated. Leather booths worn soft by years...
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Chapter 13
Before Rafael could utter a word to stop him, Matteo was already on his feet, moving through the haze of the bar with that lethal, effortless swagger—the kind that parted crowds without effort, drew eyes without invitation. Tall, dark, dangerous in a tailored coat that hugged his shoulders just right,...
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Chapter 14
The late-morning sun cut through the tall windows of Lorenzo’s corner office like a blade, laying sharp gold bars across the dark hardwood and the heavy glass desk that dominated the room. Papers were stacked with military precision, a crystal decanter of Barolo sat untouched on the credenza, and the...
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Chapter 15
Earlier that morning, the city park was bathed in crisp winter light sun low and golden, cutting through bare tree branches to dapple the winding paths in shifting patterns. The air carried the bite of late December, sharp enough to sting the lungs but not cold enough to keep people...
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Chapter 16
The morning light in Lorenzo’s office was colder than usual—thin winter sun slicing through the blinds like accusations. The room smelled faintly of espresso and the metallic edge of tension that hadn’t been there yesterday. Rafael arrived first, as always. He placed a fresh stack of reports on the desk,...
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Chapter 17 :
Lily let the door click shut behind her with the soft finality of a sigh she couldn’t release. The apartment was quiet, too quiet. The faint scent of pine from the tiny Christmas tree she’d put up last week lingered in the air, mingling with the cold that had followed...
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Chapter 18
Later that night, when the city had finally surrendered to silence, moonlight poured over the streets like liquid silver, cold and merciless, illuminating the empty avenues and casting long shadows that stretched like accusations. Lorenzo sat alone in the vast darkness of his penthouse, the glass walls reflecting only his...
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Chapter 19
The air in the flower shop turned thick and electric the moment Lily’s words landed between them, sharp as shattered glass. The soft glow of the back-room light spilled across the counter, catching on scattered petals and ribbon ends, but it did nothing to warm the sudden chill that settled...
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Chapter 20
Lily watched Lorenzo disappear through the door, the soft click of it closing behind him echoing in the quiet shop like the final note of a song she never wanted to hear again. The sound reverberated through her chest, a hollow thud that matched the sudden emptiness where her heart...
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Chapter 21
When Lorenzo pushed through the heavy door of the bar, the wall of sound hit him first—bass throbbing low and relentless, laughter and shouts blending into a chaotic roar that vibrated through his chest. The air was thick with the scent of spilled liquor, sweat, and perfume, the kind of...
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chapter 22:
The Aston purred into the private underground garage of Lorenzo’s building, the tires whispering over polished concrete as the automatic gate sealed shut behind them with a low, final hum. The space was vast and empty at this hour—only the low amber security lights casting long shadows across the rows...
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chapter 23
Matteo ended the call with a soft click, sliding the phone back into his pocket as he leaned against the bar’s polished counter. The place had quieted since Lorenzo had stormed out with Lily in his arms—fewer bodies on the dance floor, music turned down to a sultry throb, the...
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chapter 24
Lily woke slowly, awareness creeping in like sunlight through half-closed blinds soft at first, then sharp and unforgiving. The first thing she registered was the scent: not her usual faint trace of roses and eucalyptus, but something darker, richer—cedar and smoke, whiskey and warm male skin. It wrapped around her,...
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chapter 25
Lorenzo stepped out of the shower, steam rolling off his skin like smoke from a dying fire. The bathroom light was harsh, but he killed it before he walked back into the bedroom, letting the soft gray of early morning filter through the half-open blinds. Water still clung to his...
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Chapter 26
Lily stirred against him, her body soft and sated, skin flushed and glowing in the aftermath of everything he had done to her. She pressed a lazy kiss to his chest, right over his heart, then sighed with exaggerated contentment. “I need a shower,” she murmured, voice husky from moaning...
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