Marrying The Ex-Fiancé's Ruthless Mafia Brother

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my hands, but the restraints bit sharp and deep into my wrists. I looked down. I was zip-

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g a white doctor's coat over his tactical gear. It was a grotesq

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usy arranging instruments on a metal tray. Needles. Tubing. Scalpels. "He t

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napped. He turned to me, his eyes manic and bl

ted, locking eyes with

picked up a large bore needle, the

er heart... it's failing. The stress of

ainst the plastic ties. "She's lying to yo

blood. Transfusions. To keep her strength up until I can find a donor heart on the bla

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asked, taking a loud, c

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at me. She a

dropping to a breathless whimper. She leaned against the doorf

instantly. "Sit down, baby. I'm starting

r in the corner. She sat down, s

ng the chair. "She's playing you! She wan

bbed my arm, swabbing the inside

"You forfeited your right to spea

el," I hissed. "S

. He jammed the ne

lood shot through the tube, flowing into a collect

Jaidyn asked

hell,"

aughed. "And the best part is, your hu

he plastic bag. I felt cold. My vision started to

I was a Bowers.

ntil I tasted copper, focusing

m the satisfaction