“Yeah, me too,” he muttered, his jaw clenched, and then he brushed past me and stormed out of the room. I placed my hand over my mouth and let out a frustrated groan. My phone vibrated only a moment later, and when I looked at it, there was a new email.

It contained only two words: good job. How the hell did they know what I was doing? I turned around, searching for a spot where a camera could be hidden. But after checking almost every corner, I didn’t find anything.

I stood in the middle of the room, clutching my phone. “Whoever you are, I’m going to find you, and when I do, you’ll be in for a lot of pain,” I said, wondering if they could hear me.

Gritting my teeth, I strode out of the room.

I was Arianna Monti, and I wasn’t going to rest until I hunted my stalker down.

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Read on for an excerpt from the next book in the series and follow Arianna and James’ story in The Gift (The Mafia Proposal, #2). For more information about the series, go to:

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The Gift (excerpt)

Chapter 1

“STILL NOTHING?” I ASKED as I ran my hand through my long dark brown hair.

Meg shook her blonde head, her blue eyes weary. “I’m sorry, Arianna.”

Ever since I’d gotten that email threatening James’ life if I didn’t send him away—I had a stalker who knew way too much about me and what I did every day—Meg and I had been trying to figure out who it was or how they were monitoring me, because it was certain that they were doing it, but we hadn’t found anything. Sure, I couldn’t search every single crack in the floor, but there was something really weird about all this, and it definitely meant we had another mole.

Someone had to be working with the person who was threatening me. I didn’t think there was any other way for them to do this. That person could be preventing us from finding any bugs or they didn’t need any because they were close enough to see for themselves what was going on. But how come Meg couldn’t find anything or figure out if someone had hacked our network so they could report to their boss? She was really good at stopping things like that. Unless...

I eyed her for a moment. Meg had been with me since we were children, and we’d grown up together. Maybe we hadn’t always been very close friends, but when she was lying, she had a habit of getting very nervous and tugging on her necklace or a bracelet—if she didn’t have her necklace. These days, she’d been perfectly calm, and I couldn’t imagine she was working behind my back.