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A Ferrara would never sit down at a Baracchi table for fear of being poisoned.

So Fia had no idea why he was at her restaurant and terror rippled through her. He didn’t know.

He couldn’t know.

‘Buonasera, Fia.’

A deep male voice came from the doorway and she turned. Still the same ‘born to rule’ Ferrara self-confidence, the same innate sophistication polished until it shone bright as the paintwork of his Lamborghini. He was six foot three of hard, sensual masculinity, but Fia felt nothing a woman was supposed to feel when she laid eyes on Santino Ferrara.

He was her biggest mistake.

And, judging from the cold, cynical glint in his eye, he considered her to be his.

Did he know?

Had he found out?

Fia wasn’t fooled by his apparently relaxed pose or his deceptively mild tone.

Santino Ferrara was the most dangerous man she’d ever met.