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ella
ding into my abdomen didn't hurt nearly
ho was to be officially crowned Don of the Chicago o
ng copper as I stared up a
whispered, his handsome face a mask of cruel indi
always claimed was just a fragi
rug. "I bought you those Thompson submachine guns. I la
pinning me to the floor. "The men think she's my lucky charm. They respect her. You? Y
his next words pierce
rless laugh. "My mother and Adina orchestrated that little frame-up, Isabella. But I gave the order. I needed
rned to ash. Five years of marriage, built entirely on a
ch the life leave my eyes.
y updo. With a final, guttural scream fueled by pure Vendetta,
d sprayed across my face as he collapsed beside me,
damned if I left my empire for Kylie to inherit. Dragging my heavy,
he rug and climbing the velvet curtains. I lay in the pooling blood, smilin
listering heat seared my skin, melting away
e burnin
the cloying scent of lavender and the bitter
my eyes sn
up at a familiar, vaulted ceiling. The heat wasn't from an inferno; it was fr
intact. No bl
ug-induced lethargy. I knew t
or, a hushed, irritated
damn Irishman, C
in
ing in the family and handed Alistair the chains to bind me. I hadn't just sur
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