Shattered Vows: The Mob Wife's Revenge

na

red, her eyes scanning my face as if

owns past the border. The lighting was dim, the air s

sunglasses. My leg throbbed inside its br

ke one," I

efore sliding a thick, manila en

ng her voice low. "Close enough to your own so you won't hesitate when c

, tucking the envel

rust in your name yesterday," Ayla added, watchi

taste rising in my throat. "He's tr

lana. He hasn't shaved in a week. He drinks until he passes

know it w

ng him alive, but he has no proof

aid, my voice cold. "Gr

and pulled out another doc

it in your name before the funeral. He kick

er. It represented

, pushing it back. "I don

"Sell it. Burn it. Whatever. It's not jus

idn't want his money

something for me

et and handed her a sm

is t

the casino. For the central war

nd

built into every single one of th

ide, the realizati

e planni

. "The Omertà goes both ways, Ayla. If

d over the drive,

want me to

e time is right... leak it to the C

Ayla whispered, fear and

yed me fir

ttled onto my bad leg. The pain was

ng tonight

e, her grip desperate. "If you go, you can ne

ecause Elana Thomas is dea

d out of the diner, leaving the

k to the perimeter of the

shadows, watchin

rising from the chimne

while ignoring the brutal reality

l ones I gave Ayla, but the original hand-drawn sketches of our dre

me flared, bright and hun

e fire licked at the lines I had drawn w

leansing.

ed in my lap.

stigation by The Commission

ling. He was weak. D

uck, E

ass near the gate. It wouldn't burn the house down

back on the

the truck and

myself aloud, testing t

Zuri

sel Ac

Ansel yet. But

who built empires without getti

back to the wor

p me become the Queen I

e, Mob

, Nem