Escaping The Mafia Don's Golden Cage

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ttering glass to

came from down the h

battering against my ribs. For a split second, a cruel and impossible hope flared in m

eo was

he nursery

center of the room.

hat held a stillness far too predatory for his age. He held Le

. Then, he open

or, water and glitter spilling ou

the bo

look sorry

stepping into the room, the air

me. She was dressed in her usual stiff sui

cousin on Eli's father's side. He needed a place t

y face, leaving me cold. "To

over and placed a possessive hand on Cody's shoulder. The boy looked up at her, th

rchitecture of his jaw. The set of his eyes. A wave of

I whispered, my

ice commanded f

xpression was unreadable, but there was a flicker of

li said. "He is un

ed, pointing a trembling finge

ifference. "Material things can be rep

ave me a triumphant, thin-lipped smirk and led Cody out of the

next two d

wn home, haunting the ha

ng. He spoke down to the maids with the arrogance of a lord. And every

. He would draw pictures of stick figures drow

i, who had been too busy to attend a single one of Leo's re

Once it enters the bloodstream, it

now who this

quiet. Eli was out on business. Fl

heard voices. The heavy oak

Kasey's voice drifted out.

e hissed. "If Harper finds out

grief she wouldn't notice if the house burned down around her. Besides, Eli

st the wall, my breath

bout me that day. When he got the call about the drowning...

. The rotation of

ld me he was in a negotiation with the Ru

in bed

tress while our son di

e retching sound that bubbled up my throat.

coldness. The "distant co

's son. Ka

ing Leo. They we

are who had failed to keep her foal alive

a sound. I made it to the bathroom and vo

aring back at me was pale, hollow, and shaking. But her eyes... her eyes w

sat on the charger. He had left it be

It was the date of ou

d his m

Kasey. Photos of Cody.

om the day

about the kid. I'll handle

bed. Let the nanny

ne onto the bed a

nlight. I touched it, twisting it anxiously, and for the first ti

out a small screwdriver from my eyegl

ng red light st

rac

ing me. He was ta

n bars of the gate. They weren't there to kee

cold glass of

I whispered to the empty ro

reflection shar

en glass

to vanish. And I was going to make sure