She Died Once: Now The Mafia Kneels

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avier than the scent of spilled

al promise of a Vendetta hung thick in the air. Yet, Dante stood his ground. He adjusted the cuffs of his tailored suit, h

with a foolish condescension. "A marriage without love will only breed rese

y he helped orchestrate-as a convenient excuse to claim his treacherous prize. He thought I was still

to break h

rs straighten, wiping the fake, trembling tears from my cheeks. The devast

ignation. "Izzy," he murmured, his tone dripping with a sickening, rehearsed p

his cheek before he cou

d put the entire weight of my body into it, channeling every ounce of the p

rint bloomed instantly across his pale skin. He fro

nging out like striking steel, devoid of any warmth. "I will make sure all of Chicago kno

disdain. Looking at his bewildered face, a dark thought surfaced in my mind. In our past life, his father, Don Vincent, had died under highly suspicious circumsta

er. He realized he had lost control of the narrative. "Fine. If that is how yo

hanneled the fierce, territorial instinct of my bloodline. I wasn't protecting Eva; I was trap

ante snapped, taking a t

beside me, her eyes blazing with maternal fury. "You will leave this estate immediately, Dante, or y

ween my father's murderous glare and m

ce. "If we throw him out now, he will only spread lies. He will taint Eva's reputation

instantly considering the honor of his hou

face him. Let her tell this traditore(traitor) to his face that she wants nothin

. We will crush this insult right here." She turned her head toward the shadows n