Runaway Nurse: The Mafia King's Remorse

Ross

tlefield disguised in silk and shadows. A sea of black

supposed

stay home, dismissing the even

for me, assuming Dante had simply forgotten to issue the invitation. I

half-hidden by the cold shadow

t just occupy the space; he commanded it. He lo

a was ne

The color of warnin

his bicep, her lips brushing his ear as

shifted. The air grew h

hed them. They were drunk, their voices

d Sofia's arm, his

ered, his words slurring. "Crawling back t

p, theatrical cry that cut t

d faster t

ued it. The sickening crunch of bo

s er

ple screamed. Champag

, his face a mask of pure

k!" Dant

lear a perimeter, creating a p

dn't

rd, instinctively trying to reach

d into my chest with the

w bac

nst the sharp edge o

d behind my eyes, b

the floor, my

own my neck. Thic

ed, the air knock

sn't look

tention entirely consumed by Sofia,

voice frantic, stripped of its usu

ng his lapels. "I think I twisted

p in his arms wi

d right

stepped squarely into a fresh drople

n't lo

was porcelain, leaving me bleeding on th

myself in the bathr

sti

f the needle in my scalp was a welcome di

l night, staring at the door,

did

orning, my

703. Now," Dante's voic

fore I could

de the bandage and hailed a cab, my hea

m, the air was thick with acrid ci

y in his hand. Sofia was next to him, her foot propped up

ot a hair out of plac

recognize. They were void of any warmt

in," h

eping my voice steady despi

Dante said, his voice low

about

aid. "She says she saw you signalin

at Sofia,

rmance. "Elena, I know you're jealous. But to hire thugs to s

w dro

back at Dante, searching for sanity. "Dante, I was st

med his hand on the table, ma

sound echoing

Elena," he snarled. "You we

whispered, the truth sounding

ante spat, the title hanging in the air like a guillotine blade. "B

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d a finge

ice leaving no room for argument.