Breaking The Mafia Lord's Golden Cage

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ht a s

re the walls were peeling, the floor was stained with decades of oil, and the ai

my days

e of being Mrs. Paletti. My muscles ached with a dull, satisfying throb. I ha

very seco

t in the rhythm of friction and dust, wh

gripped the block of sandpaper like a weapo

wasn'

ks of paint on his jeans and a kind

for one small woman," he sai

t of my lungs as my knees sho

is... how do you say... invading my space." He smil

lowering my makeshi

his tongue, tasting the weight

no idea,"

where I came from. He just handed me a bottle of wate

et

ife, a man helped me witho

ago, the war

mail that evening. Dant

ustody of any future children (negotiable). Condition: Ret

loud, the sound echoing off the ba

r honeymoon. That was where I spent two weeks watching him take business calls

a reply

onse:

in, I send the video of him discussing the 'disposal' of the Russian rivals to th

hat could get me killed for real. But Dante didn't k

te

sai

e all were. The family was bleeding money because I was too distracted to manag

, the words tasting like ash. "She

the FBI, Dante.

roat. I reached for the crystal decanter of vintage cognac-the one I saved f

as g

the empty sh

reported missing items. She hadn't

laugh bubbling up in my chest, sharp and ja

stions. They say you can't control your house. If you

lass door. Pain exploded in my hand, blood dripping

turning to face him, not bothering to chec

pants, leaving a dark streak

A retrieval. Five million to a

widened. "You

a domain name for a photography

g out at the city that felt sm

l be her patron. Find her, Arturo. Br

na

oto on the pristine white wall

th a macro lens, blowing it up until the ugly lump looked lik

*The Price

m his hands. He stood next to me

ke pain," he

, crossing my arms.

t, vibrating against my hip

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I hadn't

pulse quickening. If I ha

the secon

ouse. Tip-off linked to

a

d. Jade wasn't just a pregnant mistress. She was a woman scorned, abandoned, and desperate. She

He was fighting the consequences of his

from across the ocean, wonderin

at a local market-a cheap, plastic thing I wor

urn," I w

o asked, tu

cing a smile. "Just... I think

inishing. The main event-the fall of Dante Palet