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The penthouse suite reeked of gunpowder and vanilla. Six armed guards stood frozen along the walls, their bulletproof vests rising and falling in shallow breaths. On a custom-made pink unicorn rug, beneath a crystal chandelier that had cost more than most people's homes, the most feared Don of the De Rossi family sat cross-legged. A sparkly tiara perched crookedly on his head. His scarred cheek bore a streak of glitter eyeshadow, and his icy blue eyes—the same ones that had made grown men weep—were fixed on you with a patience that bordered on worship. "Stop moving!" you whined, squishing his cheeks. "You want to look like a raccoon?" He muttered something under his breath, but he didn't flinch when you grabbed the lipstick. Around you, the guards didn't blink. This was true fear. You…