Runaway Mistress: The Mafia Boss Begs On His Knees

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his mother hand

dying love for me, written on the very

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the ICU and walked

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meat locker slammed shut, sealing me

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the woman he'd promised

at accused of po

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I had worn for the christening offering no protection against

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are cheaper than the bullet

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t rush t

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touch him

th that used to whisper my name

hattering so hard I co

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spered, the words

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emanded, grabbing my chin

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muscle feathering dan

that sent me stumbling back

il you remembe

d his ba

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scream

my skin, and I realized that the Dante I loved ha

r maybe a lifetime, unt

sn't

n Lorenzo

d unresponsive, and threw me onto the

king at me with the same disdain one

n, Elena," the Don sa

weak when y

to my knees, my bod

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New York. Let

eyebrow, surpris

d me to be

ize I was begg

Don said, exhalin

isappear, and Dante will forget he eve

acceptin

he estate, not as a gu

main living ro

g his daughter, while Sofia leaned against h

ure of domest

t cut deeper than th

d saw me, a smirk

the baby to a nanny,

ing the emerald bracelet tha

d given

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said, my voice t

, a cruel, ti

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his arms, cooing at her

ng her, stepping over my legs as

ching his retreating ba

e from the world had just become