From Mafia Doll To Montana Queen

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at midnight, shar

oward the Great Hall. The silence of the house was opp

less like a fiancé and more like a king passing a death judgment. Izzy was seated next to

ke and expensive scotch. My

ice was a low rumble that vib

reeting. It w

r eyes were red, b

Why did you do it? I know y

veins. "Baby? What ar

white satin on the table. It was shredded. De

rs again, her voice cr

me, his shadow stretching long and

his voice terrifyingly calm. "But that is m

my voice shaking. "I haven't left

tting me off. "We found the scissors in yo

" I screamed.

len

ulted ceiling, making the

could smell the acrid burn of alcohol on his breath. "I tolerated your crush be

ant," I whispered, my voice

nom coating her words. "I wanted to surpr

who once gave me candy. The man who had

A man blinded by rage a

to defend yoursel

apo Rossi muttered from the corner

d the room instantly. "She is a Hay

looked at the window. Rain w

la over me,* I thought num

ced to the room, his voice devoid of emot

oked

d. She has dishonored this

p inside my chest. Like a rubber b

that moment. She withered up and

hone," Marc

pped it fr

She doesn't exist to the outside

spine locking into

" I said. My voice was st

ing down so his face was inches from

ave the order. "Take

l. It was a torture chamber. A damp, freezing underground vaul

as conveniently away on busi

fight t

th Izzy. She lowered the handkerchief. A

ought. The thought was

f the estate. The air grew colder wi

room. It was stone, cold, and

," Marcus said from the doorway.

us,"

pau

aid. "More than I

h. He just sign

ith a finality that shook the grou

self, shivering violently a

n the dark. *The princess has to