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Collateral Damage: A Second Chance Mafia Romance (Mafia Elite #6) (paperback)

Collateral Damage: A Second Chance Mafia Romance (Mafia Elite #6) (paperback)

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I've craved Hailey from the moment we met. She recognizes my duality—as a Mafia surgeon, I’m both sinner and saint. But the timing of our meeting was all wrong, and I forced myself to walk away.

Months later, her father begs me to help him—I won’t. But then he told me someone had taken Hailey, and I knew I would do anything to save her.

Except when I find her, I decide to play a game of my own. So I steal her, and while she’s captive in my home, we strike a deal.

I’ll help her follow the money trail surrounding her kidnapping if she agrees to stay with me. But each clue unearths darker and more sinister threats.

I lost my first love. I won’t lose Hailey too.

I’ll do anything to save her, even if it means the impossible—letting her go.

👉 Claim Collateral Damage now and surrender to a dark, irresistible Mafia romance.

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Chapter One

Hailey

I’d prepared for the last two weeks, and I was ready for the big moment. I flattened a hand on my stomach in an attempt to settle my nerves. I sat in my parked car, close to the hospital’s entrance, where I would meet my stepfather, nervous because I had to leave just the right impression.

I’d taken care with my outfit and not worn my typical jeans with holes at the knees and an oversized sweatshirt. Not this time. My curly hair was tamed as best as possible with a clip at my nape to secure the long mass. I’d even added mascara and a soft-pink lipstick to my arsenal of business attire—pencil skirt, blouse, and matching blazer—that was very unlike me.

The heat blasted through the car’s vents, and I wished I’d worn boots instead of the ridiculous heels, as it was icy out. January weather in Chicago was hell-frozen-over cold. I missed summer.

Movement near the entrance caught my eye, and I tensed and reached for the door handle as Mom’s second husband closed in on the building.

This is it. Allen Mitchel, you have no idea what you’re in for.

I opened the door, rounded the car, and kept my stepfather in sight as I hurried through the parking lot and across the street, toward the doors he was about to enter. My heels crunched over salt and pockets of ice that hadn’t yet melted. A shiver raced over me, and my breath formed a small misty cloud.

“Allen.” I still couldn’t call him Dad. He hadn’t even slowed, and I gritted my teeth before saying his name again, much louder this time. “Allen!”

He turned. Finally. Then his eyes widened, fixated on something past my shoulder, and my step faltered.

Tires screeched, and I froze. My heart skipped a beat—the car skidding behind me could have hit me. Then a door slammed. I took a step forward, looking over my shoulder only to glimpse a black ski mask.

Rough hands grabbed me and jerked my body back against a lean chest as I opened my mouth to scream.

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