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Another ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ from Missy Walker! I first fell in love with Luca and Emilia in Cruel Lust and couldn't wait to keep reading their story in Stolen Love. This book captivated me and it was a page turner from beginning to end! Luca and Emilia are now trying to navigate their new life together after Luca brought Emilia home. I enjoyed getting more of a glimpse into the Santoro family dynamic while they dealt with an enemy who is after their family and Emilia. I kept trying to guess who the traitor was through the book, but I was still shocked at the end (no spoilers here)! I must say that the ending had me in tears. 😥 I am counting down for book 3 because I must know how their story ends! - Becky, Amazon

SYNOPSIS

IS LOVE REALLY ENOUGH?
Find out in Stolen Love, Book 2 in the Elite Mafia of New York Series.


EMILIA

Against all odds, we're together, but it's not what I thought.

I worked so hard to make Detective and now it's gone.

Stuck in this compound day and night, I'm like a prisoner.

I love Luca, but is love really enough?

LUCA

She's everything and she's here, living with me.

Emilia's sacrificed it all, but so have I.

Why can't she see that?

I can't live without her, she's the light to my dark,

but are our worlds too different to make this work?





CHAPTER ONE LOOK INSIDE

BOOK 2

EMILIA AND LUCA'S STORY CONTINUES HERE....

It’s not easy shaking off the sense of leaving my life behind as I turn a slow circle in the center of my living room. I want to be sure I take everything I need before we go. After all, I don’t know if or when I’ll ever return now that I’m moving in with my boyfriend.

That’s an understatement. If only life were so simple. My boyfriend happens to be part of a notorious mafia family who, until recently, I was determined to shut down and put behind bars permanently. I’m moving in with Luca because I love him but also to satisfy his father’s demand that he be able to watch over me. Until I resigned from my position in the NYPD today, I was the enemy.

In the eyes of at least one family member, I still am.

“You about ready to go?” My partner, or rather my ex-partner as of this morning, steps out of the bathroom and has the nerve to scoff when he sets eyes on my indecisive state. “Come on. It’s not like you’ll never come back here.”

I hate him for being able to see into my head so easily. I hate him for many things. For lying to me and taking money from the Santoro family while making it look like he was doing his job to end their grip on the city. For standing back and saying nothing in my defense when that same family decided whether or not to kill me after I fell in love with the younger son. I didn’t mean to do it. I would never have predicted it would be possible. If there’s one thing I’ve learned these past few weeks, it’s how impossible it is to predict just about anything in life.

He made me feel small and useless when we were working together, which I now understand was his way of keeping the family safe. Though it’s a family I’m now part of, I can’t forgive him for lying to me. I don’t know that I will ever be able to get past it.

I swallow back the bile rising in my throat at his casual attitude. “You should know they’re going to keep a close eye on me. You’ve been involved with the Santoros longer than I have.”

He lifts a shoulder in his usual thoughtless way, studying the trio of small boxes I packed. “This is going to look suspicious. If the neighbors see, they’ll want to know why you’re leaving. You’re supposed to be living here, remember?”

As if I could forget. I can’t let anybody know I’m living with Luca or have anything personal to do with him. “Everybody keeps to themselves here except for Mrs. Henderson, who lives next door, and I can always make up something if she sees us.”

She’s hardly the first thing on my mind when I’m barely an hour beyond my resignation from the force. There I was, a twenty-four-year-old detective, ready to take on the world. If not the world, at least the mob.

Now, I’m moving in with them. I can’t wrap my head around it.

He picks up the biggest box full of books and framed photos of my parents and extended family. Even if I don’t put them out around the little house I’m sharing with Luca on his family property, at least I’ll have them with me. I can always look through them if I’m feeling a little lonely.

It isn’t that I’m anything less than thrilled at the idea of starting a life with Luca Santoro. That doesn’t make me naïve or blind to reality. There will be times when he’s busy with family business, especially with this war looming over us. I’ll end up on my own, and I will want every opportunity to comfort myself and remember who I am.

“I guess we’d better get going.” It will be easier the sooner we’re finished. I’ve already spent more than enough time with Craig today, going in for a follow-up interview after we first outlined the story that Rocco Santoro put together with Craig’s help. A way of explaining why I went missing and why I’m now injured. My right arm is still weak, but it’s only been a week since I was shot.

With that in mind, I let Craig take the box to his car and wait for him to return to take the other two. “Cheer up,” he urges with a crooked grin as I turn around to take one more look at my apartment before going into the hall and locking the door. “You get to be with your true love now. Isn’t that all that matters?”

“Considering you’re the one who swears you only take bribes from Rocco to support your family a little better, you’re awfully sarcastic about love.” His little flinch gives me a surge of satisfaction as I follow him down the stairs.

“You went and fell in love with a killer. That’s an entirely different level.” He eyes me, smirking, as he stands back to hold the door open so I can step onto the sidewalk and into a bitterly cold morning. “Maybe keep that in mind the next time you want to pull a superior attitude, kid.”

This day can’t be over quickly enough. 

He notices the way my gaze shifts around both before and after we’re in the car. “Relax,” he tells me with a snide chuckle as we pull away. “Unlike you, I know how to keep a low profile. There’s nobody following us.”

Frustration leaves me gritting my teeth. “Do you think they’ll want me to come back in for another interview?” I ask. Otherwise, I’d have to tell him exactly what I think of his sarcasm.

“When there’s a full-blown war about to explode between the city’s most powerful mafia families? Trust me when I tell you the department’s resources are better spent elsewhere. You were a kid who got kidnapped and shot before I could get you out of there. You were doing too good a job of tracking the Vitalis and their crimes.”

“Detective,” I mutter.

“Pardon?”

“You called me kid. Again. I was a detective before I resigned.” I blink hard, forcing back the tears threatening to well in my eyes.

I worked so hard. 

I was so proud.

Now I have Luca, and the thought of him alone is enough to soothe me. It’s like a warm blanket draped around my shoulders, wrapping me in a sense of comfort. He loves me. If it hadn’t been for him, I would’ve been run over and killed. I would have been murdered either by the Vitalis or his own family, all because I came too close. Granted, that was the result of my eagerness and determination to make my mark. I don’t think I can be blamed for it, but I can admit now that I might have been foolish to think I could single-handedly take down a powerful family with connections all over the city and beyond.

What difference did I believe I could make?

Getting home to Luca is the only thought that keeps me in one piece as Craig drives us from Brooklyn to the Santoro family compound on Long Island. He might be certain we’re not being tailed, but that doesn’t mean he can’t be careful, taking a longer route.

It isn’t long before I identify the gray stone walls ahead, like the barrier around a castle.

Does this make me a princess?

In the grand scheme of things, I could do much worse than living on the grounds of a sprawling estate. The house Rocco built for Luca is more than comfortable—charming even. Ironically, I’m sure it’s much safer than the apartment I called home until recently. The real threat is everything taking place outside the thick walls built around the property’s perimeter.

Maybe not entirely. Craig pauses momentarily at the iron front gates, where an armed guard standing sentry gestures for the guard in the gatehouse to let us in.

A sleek black car is on its way out. It’s inhabitant rolls down the rear driver’s side window so he can menacingly glare as we cross paths. 

Dante.

He didn’t need to roll it down since the tinted window still allowed him to stare at me. He did it so I would know he was staring and remember how deeply he resents my presence on his family’s property. The icy hatred in his eyes makes my stomach churn.

Craig emits a soft whistle, then shakes his head, chuckling darkly. “I wouldn’t want to be in your shoes, kid,” he mutters as we continue down the wide gravel driveway. 

If there’s one thing I’m experienced with, it’s ignoring his stupid comments and pretending they don’t bother me. I have to rely on that experience as I stare out the window, trying my hardest not to tremble. Dante wants me dead. He doesn’t care that his brother loves me or that I’ve turned my back on everything I once thought mattered for his sake. He’s bitter that his father took my side, at least as far as Dante’s concerned. I know Luca will keep me safe, but that doesn’t make it any easier to endure Dante’s resentment.

Craig stops in the wide, circular courtyard in front of the dramatic staircase leading up to the mansion’s entry. A pair of guards are stationed there, staring down at me as I step out of the car.

Craig calls up to them, “Can somebody around here give me some help getting these boxes over to Luca’s?” One of the black-clad men jogs down the stairs while I continue to stare at the sprawling house. 

My nerves tell me somebody is watching me. I’m sure of it. But I belong here. Luca wants me here. With this in mind, I can roll my shoulders back and lift my chin, ready to face whatever’s coming next.

One of the tall double doors swings open as I watch. Suddenly, the day is not so cold or gloomy. The sight of Luca rushing down the stairs is a ray of warm, dazzling sunshine, lighting up even the darkest corners of my heart. A soft sigh of relief escapes my parted lips before he reaches me and lifts me off the ground in a fierce hug.

“How did it go?” he asks, setting me on my feet without letting go. His dark eyes search my face with an almost hungry look. I don’t know whether he’s hungry for information or me. Probably both, and my body warms at the thought.

“Fine, I think,” I whisper with a soft laugh. I’m too happy to be with him to care much about anything else. 

“And you have your things?” His brows draw together, and a growl stirs in his chest. “You look upset. That prick Craig didn’t give you any shit, did he?”

He did, but I’m not trying to get him killed. I might hate him, but he’s still a husband and father. “It doesn’t matter. I have what I need.” And it’s right here, holding me, reminding me why it was so easy to fall in love. I forgot everything I wanted and dreamed about without thinking twice. There simply wasn’t a choice to be made. One minute, I hated him. The next, I couldn’t live without him.

I place a hand against his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart. “Will you do something for me?” I ask.

He doesn’t keep me waiting. “For you? I’d burn down the fucking world.” His eyes darken as his breath fans my face, and I believe him.

My heart swells with love, and I whisper, “Take me home.”



I place a hand against his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart. “Will you do something for me?” I ask.

He doesn’t keep me waiting. “For you? I’d burn down the fucking world.” His eyes darken as his breath fans my face, and I believe him.

My heart swells with love, and I whisper, “Take me home."

★★★★★ My favourite series yet. Lots of twists and turns, couldn't stop reading. - Rachel, Goodreads

TROPES:

❤️ Forbidden Attraction

❤️ Possessive Mobster and Fiery Detective

❤️ Enemies-to-Lovers

❤️ Kidnapping and Stalker Vibes

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Becky Clack
Another ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️ from Missy Walker! Must read!

I first fell in love with Luca and Emilia in Cruel Lust and couldn't wait to keep reading their story in Stolen Love. This book captivated me and it was a page turner from beginning to end! Luca and Emilia are now trying to navigate their new life together after Luca brought Emilia home. I enjoyed getting more of a glimpse into the Santoro family dynamic while they dealt with an enemy who is after their family and Emilia. I kept trying to guess who the traitor was through the book, but I was still shocked at the end (no spoilers)! I must say that the ending had me in tears... 😭 I am counting down for book 3 because I must know how their story ends!

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Customer
What an ending! I need more!

Reading stolen love has left me heartbroken and sobbing. I can’t wait to read Finding Love.

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Jessica Masherella

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Stolen Love - eBook

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I place a hand against his chest, feeling the strong beat of his heart. “Will you do something for me?” I ask.

He doesn’t keep me waiting. “For you? I’d burn down the fucking world.” His eyes darken as his breath fans my face, and I believe him.

My heart swells with love, and I whisper, “Take me home."

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