Reborn: The Mafia Captive Wife's Revenge

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ed room as Angelo's massive frame filled the doorway. His chest heav

two thick fingers against Damien's neck, exhaling a h

and leveled at my chest b

*?" (whore) Angelo snarled,

cked the rusted iron table, sending it crashing into the wall. He took a switchblade from his pocket and slashed the mattress near Damien's feet,

ice. I had died once already; the wrath o

t and slammed me back against the peeling wallpaper. The c

" he roared, his spi

silence, my refusal to cower, only fueled his frustration. With a di

to reach for Damien. "I'm taking the Boss. And then I'm puttin

ash

was treated as a disposable pawn, locked away and left to bleed out. The sheer dismissal in An

id, my voice dropping to

ncing over his sho

every ounce of my hatred, an

e storm outside. Angelo froze, his eyes widening in shee

rembling with venom, "yet you can't even tell who is saving him

, unadulterated malice. He racked the slide of his Colt

dead,

past life would never sacrifice a loyal man for a pawn. I brace

nd d

asp, but it carried the crushing, ab

with vindication. "Bo

, stand

adboard. His face was ashen, his shirt ruined with blood, but his dar

d, lowering the

e. He struck Angelo across the face with the back of his hand. The blow wasn

leeding side. "While you let my car get shot to pieces, she dragged me out of hell.

his face burning red wit

s voice leaving no room for argum

t. He shot me a look of pure venom

past life would have let me die without a second glance. But this man had just struck his most trusted man to protect me. The