lled by an unseen force, i
er of his penthouse overlo
shadows across the sterile apartment. It was a world away from the warm,
fa. She was the niece of Sergei Tarasov, the bo
sed everythi
sed from the cradle in a blood-soaked mob famil
thoroughly exhausted, Katy
is jawline. "You look terrible. Did t
ring her touch. "Vincenzo is stubborn.
es and walked over
ing over the South Side. A custom platinum money clip. I noticed you always keep that filthy, b
sion instant
ingers brushing the fabric right over his heart
y thing I had
a half
ldier working for my father, and I
g each other in s
pooled together my allowance and
my name next to his, I bought a met
squinting under the desk lamp, meticua tiny, crooke
d, my fingers were bl
exhausted and sporting heavy bags under my eyes, h
g my face with his rough hands, and k
me," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion
head against his chest. "I want you t
tried to reach into Lev's p
er wrist with a sudde
ed, his voice dropping to
ed ego flaring. "Why do you even keep that piece of junk
e lighter fro
oked the crooked let
etrable mask of the ruthless mob boss cracked-if onl
his face blank. "I keep it to remind myse
son?" Kat
he only person I trusted... the woman who gave this to me... when The Commi
d me. She ab
r so hard his knuckle
I touch it, I remember how she humiliated me.
ian rug, clutching my sto
to do i
g full well he c
get to my father, then made him execute you himself. If I
ou hate me so yo
tic jealousy in her eyes. "Give me a name, Lev
er shut and pressed i
er to suffer. I'm going to bleed her family dry until she has n
spare their lives... I
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