Into The Rival's Arms: The Decoy's Escape

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ved to save me. Instead, Dante pressed the inter

the dog," he said. "She

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lena Vance di

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saw me on stage, alive, wearing a dre

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now, I'm here to c

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curtain, clutching the positive

ent to step out and tell Dante th

nsigliere that I was nothing more tha

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throat, strangling a sob

Moretti club suddenly choked me with the

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d me I was the only thing that kep

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s light. I w

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but it had nothing to do with the morning sickness a

sound grating against

patient, Dante. Sofia arrives ton

d of a man bored with

has served her purpose. If she survives Sofia, we pay h

in my pocket until the sharp edg

reached inside, unzipped my chest, and

t curtain swaying. I had

n, the heavy oak door

d in red silk. Her hair was the same shade of dark br

mirror, only to find the re

ne. The Maf

She looked straight at the

purred. "I can smell your ch

his face a mask of cold indifference. The man who had whisp

New York, a monster who had f

legs felt like the

red, my voice tre

slow sip o

na," he said fla

d in the water. She reached out and fingered the pearl necklace

ng treasure,

ed the n

ered across the hardwood floor,

id not

se enough that I could smell the metallic tang of

ed him to defend me. I wanted him to be

t checked

the rug, Sofia," he

moment Elen

ards, past the confused waitstaff, and

but the screaming i

y purse-a safety measure my instincts had scream

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e answered. It was dark, rough

Chicago. Dante

treaming down my face. "The Blue Ledge

n the other end. A he

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where the man I loved was

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