Reborn To Ruin: The Mafia Queen's Revenge

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asphalt of the highway, my life fading in Dante's desperate arm

ymore. I was the Queen of Las Vegas. And Dan

looked lethal in a bespoke tuxedo, his dark presence filling the small space and sucking the air out of it. I wore a dress made of

low rumble. He ran his hand down my bare

ady for a lif

ors slid open w

rk underworld. The Ascension Ball. Tonight, the fami

ss was going to be Luca

rm. The room went deathly quiet. Ripples of whi

that

dead g

runa

e cutting through the noise

arrogant. He was holding court near th

idiculous on her-too innocent, too pure for the rot inside her soul. She

rted for us like the Red Sea. They sensed

d and died when he saw me. He

he cho

e was smooth, steady, betrayin

il her knuckles turned white. "You're suppose

curving into a cold smirk.

oduce himself. He didn't have to. His

fear with bravado. He sneered. "So, the wh

y silent. Even the

ad always hated me. She had helped spread the rumors that I was m

he spat, her face twisting in disgust. "You dis

d me. The sound echoed like a

flinch. I slowly turned

uscles coil, ready to snap her neck.

I whisper

. I smiled. It was a s

I said softly. "You just

ut of here. Guards! Take this trash to the basem

grinning. They remembered the basement. They reme

e. I just lo

them,"