Accidentally Slept With The Young Mafia Boss (Vincent & Helen) Book PDF Free

The drive was short, barely ten minutes. Her hands tightened on the wheel while she heard Oliver hum happily behind her, peeking out the window. By the time she parked outside the Beach Side Cafe, Helen’s nerves buzzed. She stepped out and looked at the familiar building. Its cheerful little sign looked dim, almost lonely…

Martha could see the worry in Helen’s gaze. She reached over and gently patted Oliver’s small hand. Her voice was warm but firm. “Darling, why don’t you go read your book for a bit? Granny will bake a muffin for you once I finish talking with your mommy.” Her smile flashed through her eyes. Oliver’s…

“Oh, you manage to read by yourself? Come here, baby, show me.” Oliver climbed onto the sofa between them, smiling happily as he dropped the book in Martha’s lap. “See? That’s the doggy! And that’s the big red ball! And…” He leaned closer and softly said.. “That’s where Daddy will play fetch with me one…

“Not spicy. Thank you…” Vincent replied and stood, casual as ever, and crossed the room to perch on the kitchen island. Not too close, but close enough that Helen could feel his eyes on her. Watching, always watching. Her back stiffened as she stirred the noodles. Great. Now she had to cook while being watched,…

Immediately, Helen shut the door, locked it, and marched toward her bedroom, bag in hand. Then, she threw the paper bag onto the bed and folded her arms, her gaze remaining on the bag. Part of her wanted to ignore it. Pretend it didn’t exist. But curiosity had already swallowed her. “What did Vincent Moretti…

She exhaled sharply. “Vincent, listen carefully.. No! I’m not sending photos, I’m not rubbing it in his face, and I am definitely not wearing a wedding gown tomorrow just for your entertainment.” Silence. For half a beat, she thought he might argue again. Then his low laugh slid through the line. “Stubborn as ever. Fine,…

“Through the door,” he replied flatly. Helen’s eyes sharpened. “Vincent Moretti!” His playful smile faltered when he realized she was serious. “Well, I rang the bell. Oliver opened the door for me.” She gasped. “You what?!” Helen stared at him in disbelief. “You woke up our son to let you in? This early?” Vincent’s gaze…

Yes. This was all for her son. The little boy who deserved a better world, who deserved to see his parents together. Taking a deep breath, she finally opened the door. And of course. Exactly as predicted. Vincent stood there, leaning casually against the wall like a runway model, his lips curved into that victorious…

“You’ve got to be kidding me…” Helen gasped, pulling Vincent’s hand to get his attention. Vincent didn’t answer. Of course, he didn’t. But Dylan, without even waiting for instructions, lifted his camera and began snapping photos. Helen’s first instinct was to scold Vincent for not complying with her request; no wedding ceremony was a surprise….

His lips brushed against hers, soft, warm, unhurried. A kiss so gentle it stole her breath without demanding anything in return. Sweet. Simple. Enough to make her chest flutter like it had sprouted wings. Helen froze, caught off guard by the kiss. This wasn’t the kiss of a man staking a claim or showing power….