His Vow, Her Vendetta

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to the ice running through my veins. I stared at my reflection in the antique silver-rimmed mirror. Just minutes ago

you gone befo

The maid slammed a thick manila folder onto m

, my personal guard and a sworn Soldier of the family, instantly stepped in f

a," Silvana warned, her v

and my treacherous half-sister, Bianca. "I take my orders from the Don. He d

life. I slowly stood up, my gaze locking onto Angelina's. The sheer, murderous we

and?" I asked, my

she stammered, unable to withstand

e. I walked past her, heading for the door. Angelina, foolishly trying to re

just barg

teach her respect. Twenty times. Make sur

*Signora*," Si

her face into the gray marble wall. The maid dropped to her knees. Silvana's lea

voice a deadly whisper meant only for the bleeding maid. "You dare disre

n the air, and marched straight to the heavy oak d

k. I kicked t

ood boil. Dante Moretti, the ruthless Don of New York, sat behind his massive mahogany desk. Standing right behind him, her han

I asked, my voice dripping with venom.

g forward with a perfectly crafted look of in

p across her face. The force of it sent Bianca crashing to the floor, a red handprint instant

didn't look at Bianca. His dark, lethal eyes were fixed

scarding

for anyone else in the *Cosa Nostra*. I slammed the expulsion agreement onto hi

manded, refusing to back do

a muscle ticking i

ped the Don of the Morett

iek from the floor. Dante's head snapped to the side, his chest heaving as a terri

my voice trembling with a dangerous mix of

ck to me, his gaze promising

arp edge of my diamond wedding ring cuttin