Betrayed By Him: Marrying The Mafia Ghost

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Moretti had proven to be exactly what he promised: a ruthless, impenetrable shield. Today, I was attending the memorial of Enzo Moret

the Moretti estate on the Gold Coast. Before my heels even touched the

eonora M

r of the Falcones, she had looked at me with thinly veiled disdain. No

practiced sorrow. "To see you shining like a diamond after such a terrible ord

Luca wealth and the power my new proximity to Damien represented. The Falcones had taug

perfectly hollow. I gently but firmly extracted my hands from her

scent of lilies and expensive cologne. After paying my re

leaned in, smelling of scotch and desperation. "Seeing you here... it brings back so man

, my gaze sweeping the room.

ight and bright for a memorial. Genevieve 'Vivi' Russo. She was glar

glance over my shoulder. It lasted barely two seconds-a look that started as

elica when I wasn't looking. Angelo thought he was playing a brilli

neled library. Angelo had followed me like a stray dog. Genevieve hovered near the doorway, sulking, while Ange

ed us. "Can I get you anyth

Single ice sphere, with a toasted orange peel. She loves that flavor."

letting my eyes rest coldly on his mistress. "I believe Miss R

outh. "Get her a Bee's Knees. Just use the moonshine from the bac

shed down on the lib

the highly specific, unrefined liquor preferences of a random gue

, guilty flush. "I... I think I heard Isabella mention it once," he

ted with nervous energy. Muttering a fractured excuse about needin

just handed me the rope to hang him with. I turned my attention to Sofia, calculating exa