The Mafia King's Runaway Genius Wife

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nsive Cuban cigars, but it was the mindless chatter of Spencer across the table that was truly gr

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expected her to beg, to scream, to show some kind of emotion that I could crush and mold back into submission. Instead, she had walked out of my office with a chilling, absolute sil

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ed the message. The air in my

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the stage. Betrayal. Fratricide. War. I dialed Caden's number.

g a tantrum. This was a ho

to the floor. Spencer flinched, his whiskey spi

peakeasy, the shadows of my Soldiers pa

eel, my blood boiling with a rage so pure it tasted like copper. I was going to kill Caden. I would mount his head on the gates of the

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er button. "No

leanor's voice cut through the tense silence of

ut?" I snarled, swerving

her tone dripping with aristocratic disdain. "A public separation under our own ro

hard my teeth ach

treating me like an incompetent subordinate rather than the Don of New York. "She is locked in the ma

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mother's suffocating interference-ignited a hellfire in my veins. I slamm

lly slid open, the oppressive silence of the foyer greeted me. Mrs. Higgins was standing near t

ok at my face made her swallow her words

locked on the heavy double doors at the end of

uld steal from me. She thought she could use my own blood again

my hands flat against the heavy wood and shoved