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ella
tasted like copper an
he look in Dante Falcone's eyes-a sickening blend of shock and agony-as I drove my mother-of-pearl hairpin deep into his throat. We had bled out tog
anished, replaced by the heavy arom
Estate. My hand hovered inches from the heavy mahogany door of my father's study. It wa
marry I
laced with an arrogant certainty
hal, Don Marco. I want Ev
d brought his memories of our bloody future back with him, and he thought he could simply rewrite the script b
the only one who
cry over traitors; we bury them. If Dante wanted to play the vis
dened my eyes, summoning a look of pure, unadulterated devas
ing. He looked at me not with the hatred of our final moments, but with a condescen
tarted, taking
speak he
o his feet. His broad chest heaved, his eyes blazing with a lethal, predatory fury. In one violent mo
as
ed across the hearth. The air instantly turned
g to a dangerous, gravelly register. "Your father, Don Vincent, begged for this alliance on his
on Marco. But there is no love between Isabella and m
oug
ercely into her arms, pressing my face against her silk blouse to shield me from the hum
glared at him with absolute disgust. "You break a sacred vow, and for what? You think our daughter is trash you can jus
rath of the Mafia Queen, looking entirely too pleased with himself for survi
ther's embrace, hiding the dark, v
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