Reborn To Ruin: The Mafia Queen's Revenge

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expanse of the desert. It smelled of desperation

it imm

o. She had been banished here years ago by my father-a sentence for

were sharp, assessing. She didn't look like a woman who had

ust burned down a church, Sera," sh

I corrected. "I need a job,

are a Moretti. You are soft. You are m

my purse and set it on the table. Metal

t," I said. "

en back at me. A slow smile

hould meet

er, heavy with sweat and aggression. The chime of slot machines faded, replace

ground f

onent twice his size. He moved with a lethal grace, efficient and bruta

o the other man's temple. The crack echoed thro

t heaving slightly. He was covered in sw

ia said. "The Black Sheep. The

ere dark, endless pits. He didn't look away. He didn't smile. He looked at

nored the towel a handler offered him. He walked straight to us. Up clo

fia, though his gaze remai

i," I answer

rranean rumble that vibrated in my chest. "I heard you left L

rved it,

owering over me, using his siz

e his knuckles against my cheek. His touch was rough, callouse

ug my nails into the sensitive skin of his i

from Mexico next week. I know the fed on your payroll has flip

eplaced by a predator's focus. He didn't pull his h

, Sera, I will feed you

ying," I wh

back to look at me. "Th