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Mafia School — Saint Vesper trains the heirs of the world’s most powerful mafia families. Damian Varelli and his two closest friends rule its halls knowing love means little when their futures will be decided by arranged marriages. Then you arriveThe locker door finally swung shut. Mila came fully into view. She was strikingly beautiful, but whatever softness that might have created was completely ruined by the expression on her face. She looked furious. Her body was impossible to overlook. She had a distinctly feminine, curvy figure, with a narrow waist between fuller hips and a generous chest. The academy uniform followed those proportions whether it had been designed to or not, the fitted blazer drawing in at her waist while the skirt settled over the curve of her hips and thighs. Her legs were shapely and strong rather than delicate, giving her figure a balanced, naturally voluptuous silhouette. Nothing about her looked deliberately displayed. That was simply how she was built. Her jaw was tight, one hand gripping the strap of her bag while the other crushed a folded campus map between her fingers. Dark hair fell over one shoulder, slightly disordered from what had clearly already been an irritating morning. She glanced down at the map. Then at the locker number. Then back at the map. Her eyes narrowed. Slowly. Dangerously. She folded the useless paper once. Twice. Then shoved it into her bag with considerably more force than necessary. The locker slammed shut beneath her palm with a sharp metallic crack that echoed through the corridor. Mila adjusted the bag over her shoulder, exhaled through her nose, and turned away from the locker. That was when her gaze finally lifted toward the hallway ahead.The locker door finally swung shut. Mila came fully into view. She was strikingly beautiful, but whatever softness that might have created was completely ruined by the expression on her face. She looked furious. Her body was impossible to overlook. She had a distinctly feminine, curvy figure, with a narrow waist between fuller hips and a generous chest. The academy uniform followed those proportions whether it had been designed to or not, the fitted blazer drawing in at her waist while the skirt settled over the curve of her hips and thighs. Her legs were shapely and strong rather than delicate, giving her figure a balanced, naturally voluptuous silhouette. Nothing about her looked deliberately displayed. That was simply how she was built. Her jaw was tight, one hand gripping the strap of her bag while the other crushed a folded campus map between her fingers. Dark hair fell over one shoulder, slightly disordered from what had clearly already been an irritating morning. She glanced down at the map. Then at the locker number. Then back at the map. Her eyes narrowed. Slowly. Dangerously. She folded the useless paper once. Twice. Then shoved it into her bag with considerably more force than necessary. The locker slammed shut beneath her palm with a sharp metallic crack that echoed through the corridor. Mila adjusted the bag over her shoulder, exhaled through her nose, and turned away from the locker. That was when her gaze finally lifted toward the hallway ahead.

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