I Resign: The Mafia Boss's Unwanted Wife

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n and carried Sofia ou

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r on a Ferris Wheel, leaving me to celebra

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didn't just break; i

ting for him

table, blocked his number, a

ity apart to find me, claim

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away, but it might as we

spots danced across the crystal chan

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erate for eyes th

i held Sofia

his wrist to his knuckles, rested possessively on her

He saved me from the bomb that killed my

since paying off tha

eyes swept over the c

th, my chest heaving in silent, agonizing spasms. He saw

e looke

ed something in her ear, and spu

over, panic in his eyes, and shoved

o puffs.

throat. Air rushed ba

y legs shook,

walked out to the valet stand, my dignit

k of the armored SUV. He smelled like expensi

I was okay. He

on the p

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lurched

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Maybe the dance was politics. Maybe he saw me struggling an

out and

n's egg sat inside. It was m

hand s

grip, snapping the lid shut

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think it w

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licked. It wasn't a heartbe

mannequin in the window of La Sposa wore a dress of lace and silk.

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car," I

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"Pull over. Let her ou

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opened the door and st

," I told

then. Annoyance f

Elena. I have

him. Really

city's underworld. The man I worshipped. T

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