Too Late For The Mafia Don's Regret
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k my marriage to the mo
h me to stare at his mistress, Isabella, I subtracted one. Eve
ro, I was lying in a sec
dent. I was pregnant, and t
ing, told me they couldn't give m
entire supply of O-negative blo
n shock." He prioritized her comf
t the
l note: *You bought her comfort with your
Dante found me at
s knees in front of hundreds of people. He begged, tears streaming down
an, the man standing beside m
ay from Dante's gri
ad things, Mr. Moretti.
pte
elonged to the most feared man in Chicago, and
simple ma
d through me like I was nothing more than a pane of glass, I subtracted one
, I would break the Ome
oak door c
walk
he city's toughest criminals tremble in their boots. He had a jawline that could cut glass and eyes the color of espresso o
used to make my stomach flip. Now, it just mad
ed the
I said. "I thought w
t he didn't ask what it was. He didn't care. To him, my
o the liquor cabinet. He poured a scot
rstood
him into this marriage on his deathbed. A Blood Oath. *
ried me. He put me in this gilded
s heart with I
otic hemorrhage of colors that induced a migraine just by looking at it. Isab
ut I was the intr
buzzed o
tly. The indifference vanished, re
te barked in
ckles turn white
demanded. "I
d, he would have used a coaster. I bought hi
ard the door. He was moving fast, with a fr
tood up. "Wh
ing his jacket. "The wareh
said, confused. "Why does the D
looked at me, and for a second
e said. "It's her collecti
bel
nto a fire for h
ce steady despite the crack in my chest. "You ar
owled, "I will burn th
l
ed back in, heav
r soldiers, came in to collect Dante's laptop
Why is that wareho
e Boss... he built it for Ms. Vance. Climate control
ded s
ortress for
thered to fix the lea
in his chair. I
the corner. Aerial footage of flames lickin
ure, was seen pulling a woman from the blaze. He has
is empire, risked the stability of the entire Outfit, just
ed up
inst the paper until
us f
y poin