Breaking The Mafia Lord's Golden Cage

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just been a headache; it

d in the water regarding the Chicago territori

pagne, flashing that damn shark tooth bra

eyeing her wit

e break on the balcony. "The other Dons are asking. It looks.

ly, taking a drag of my cigar. "

e. Don't push her too far

s probably at home right now, redecorating the livin

xture. Predi

k with rain. I left Jade at the hangar-I couldn't stand her voi

aybe, if Elena had calmed down, I'

cked t

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house. This was the heavy, s

le

marble floors. I walke

as e

y of people.

gs on the walls-the ones she made-were gone, leavi

she always kept on the c

the master bedroom, tak

e. Not a shoe, not a dress, no

in my chest. This wasn't a t

rang. It

a problem. A lawyer named Lucia Moretti

g through the drawers of her ni

s. Videos. The text messages from Jade. It's all there. Sh

I snarled. "

Her phone is dead. Her cards

st the wall. It shattere

htstand again. Ther

y surface, where she used to keep

aking with a rage so pot

e contents

sn't

gold. Ugly. Mis

ed down with a blowtorch and le

e metal. This was my grandmot

returned it. She

of my ownership and turne

na

de. In Chicago, the water was gray and angry. Here, in t

had rented for cash. My phone was currentl

longer Elena. My na

didn't smell like exhaust and expensive

ogged into a secure emai

sage fr

He's losin

suburbs. He has no idea you're gone-gone. Stay safe. P.S. Jade tried to move i

lips. It was the first time I had

liar in my hands. I hadn't taken a photo

h the viewfinde

li

the sea. Just the sk

ng. His ego wouldn't allow it. But for the first time,

ing finger. The skin was p

. I missed the time I