Married to the Billionaire Mafia Don

ate in a warm golden light that filtered through the mass

he memory of the live cobra in her bed and

her breakfast on a silver tr

the tray when Anna stepped in quietly and said, "Your gra

nno Salvatore?"

e a small smile. "He

ing to get out of this suffocati

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, roses in bloom, and a round stone table set beneath a flowering arbor. A pitc

air, dressed impeccably in an ivory cardigan

g Ivy over. "Come, cara. Sit with

age, the old man had a presence about

side him and folded

in your room," he said, pouring her

though her voice trembled sl

id graciously. "But fear... fear shou

hink someone did it on purpo

walls as if searching for something invisible.

ween them. Then

of the name you carry now. Martinelli. It opens

"What are you tryi

ly, but you are my blood now. You belong to us. Which me

think someone in the h

ndfather inherited them, and so did my father, who passed them on to me, and I to my son, Riccardo, before his sudden passing

confessing to...? No. Not direct

g me this, Nonno?"

"And blind to the value of things he did not choose

d down at

ot even those who smile at you across the

ve arranged for a new security detail just for you. Discreet but effec

a weak smile

some rest. And if you ever feel

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ht nap, Ivy was just curling up on her velv

f, a stoic-looking man in bl

red for Mr. Mart

here?" Ivy ask

ust be delivered to this suite.

orenzo?" Ivy as

"That's what the i

rapped in black velvet, with no return address

. And beneath it, a small folded note in yellowed paper. The message wa

an to

perately when she found the maid i

s content. Her eyes widened, and her h

?" Ivy demanded a

blood debt must

her kne

?" she asked, voic

lf. "It means trou

wasn't just about cold dinners or withheld phone numbers

ngerous than she could have ever imagined. She was a Ma

e from Ivy. Her eyes darted between the omin

gets this," Anna said in a low,

her throat tight,

rt thundered in her chest like war drums. There was no denying it now; th

entials: cash, documents, a sweater, some jeans, a toothbrush. She could b

shoved clothes into the bag. She

ng," she muttered under her breath. "I s

aky fingers. Then she tiptoed out of her suite, ho

he corner and nearly slammed into him, tall and fu

dark eyes blazing with questions and something els

aked face to the bag in her

he said, his voice

m getting out of this place even if it means climbing ove

orenzo said fl

e hissed, brus

ain and grabbed her by the ar

You can't leave,"

e floor with a thud. "Let me go, Lorenzo! I don't bel

y, eyes burning into hers. "And it

," she cried. "I want to

not as a pawn, but as a person. A frightened, strong, beautiful woman who

ands. Ivy flinched at first but didn't pull away. Hi

to hurt you,"

trembled. "The

," he wh

wasn't rushed or violent. It was soft. Full of questions a

zen, shocked. Then, slowly, her fists unclenched

o the kiss, just as a tiny flicker

ud and close. It had gone off

re his lip

red sharply, already

because the sound hadn't come from fa

na still hadn't come back. H