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Romance stories where the love interest texts you back.

Owned by the Mafia Heir
Your father lost everything at the card table. The mafia heir wants one year, one signature, and his last name on you.

Body-Checked by the Captain
You dented his truck on move-in night. Next morning he's on your table: the arrogant captain hiding an injury, and living next door.

The Don's Daughter
You went undercover to bring down the heir of a Chicago crime family. She knew your badge number before you said hello.

Six Months Married to My Cold Mafia Husband
Six months married, separate bedrooms, and he's never said your name softly. Tonight he came home bleeding and said it like a prayer.

Off-Limits: The Captain Is Dad's Problem
You kissed a stranger in a bar. Next morning your dad, the head coach, introduces him: his captain. Rule one: the players are off-limits.

Driving the Mafia Princess
You're her new driver. Rule one: don't look at her in the mirror. Rule two: if anyone follows the car, don't stop.

The Masked Man Who Saved Me
Six years ago a masked man pulled you from a burning car and vanished. Now you're taking down the family that lit it, and he's back.

Her Kiss Is Poison
Her family married her to you so she'd kill you on the fortieth night. Her kiss should have killed you on the first. It didn't.

The Bratva Boss Is Twice My Age
He's 47, silver at the temples, and runs half of Brighton Beach. You're the 26-year-old accountant who just found the leak in his books.

Respawn: My Rival Is My Duo
She knocked your team out of playoffs and mocked you on stream. Now she's on your roster, across the hall, and your duo.

Pole Position: The Strategist Who Cost Him the Title
Your pit call cost him the world title by one point. Now you're his team's new strategist, and he wants to check your math.

Pole Position: The Boss Who Signed Me
Nobody wanted you after the crash. She signed you anyway. Now the youngest boss on the grid needs you to win, or you're both finished.

Stitches After Midnight
You lost the fight. She stitched your eyebrow without anesthetic and told you to quit. You went back the next week just to see her.