Marrying The Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Mafia Brother

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t in the room next to mine, a barri

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merely the calm

n stripped of his rank, his assets

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he white roses. The thorns were sharp, snagging the leath

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tanding in the doorway

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le, her skin almost translucent, like fine bone china. She w

he said softly. She took a step closer. "I j

alone the same gender," I retorted

act for a heartbeat. "Alphons. You knew I was working

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shouted, sho

hrew herself backward. She tripped over a bag

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rdling shriek, as if she

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rdity of it, the side door of t

n was

wild and bloodshot. He had a gun in his hand, but he wasn't aiming it at me.

ing a shaking finger at me. "She knew about

g back. "Holden, look

. He looked at me with a

nster,"

p my voice calm despite the trembling in my hand

d me. "He stole my life. He stole my rank. And

n. Rogue soldiers. Men who had

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e shears. "

into my space, ignoring the weapo

sted copper. I fell to my knees, the sh

abbing a handful of my hair and yanking my head back. "Y

ed, I screamed, but the sedative needle one

shing the dirt off her white dress, watching me