Reborn: The Mafia Captive Wife's Revenge

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rned through the freezing dark, a silent testame

ole, the heavy metal door of my cabin clicked shut.

ws clinging to his dark trench coat. He had

ress, my fingers wrapping around

dark and obsessively sharp, dropped to the blood drying on my faded cotton

hissed, raisi

stifling room. "If I scream, the crew comes. If I go to the police, you hang. But we both know the r

turned white. A family inquiry meant the basement

r a gun, but he tossed a thick manila en

nvestment. You have a fire in you, Fia. A vengeance I recognize. I'm

fering it. I needed resources to destroy Damien Falcone, and Silas was handing them

eezing rain lashed at my face as I stepped onto the gangway. Th

go Po

ving past a deckhand. "Commissioner Vance's orde

throat. My cab

ard me. "Step aside, gi

keeping my voice steady. "I am under

ed. "Moretti means nothing

e of the *Mafia Queen* I had been forced to become in my past life.

carrying pitch, "and you will be explaining to Dam

*Falcone* hung in the free

ontinued, my eyes boring into his. "Search my room, and I will per

weighed the risk of a mafia war against a routine raid. "My

ien

the black Duesenberg Model J. From the shadows of the pier,

ripping the steering wheel. "Using the Falcone name to bully beat cops. We sh

r, a faint smile touching my lips. "Yo

aut

e freezing rain. "When that failed, she didn't panic. She dropped the Falcone name with the exact precision of a loaded w

ting in his seat. "S

ed marriage had just vanished, replaced by a sharp, sudden intrigue. "Call my mothe

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lingering on Seraphina until

ing as we pulled away from the pier, heading stra