Betrayed Heiress: Marrying The Ruthless Mafia Boss

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eams. Our three-ton armored limousine spun wildly across the asphalt as the

ever seen a day of real combat-was hyperventilating. He dropped t

to die because

penitentiary had beaten into me. You nev

lled!" Victoria shrieked a

ame, I vaulted over the partition separating the passenger cabin from t

, my voice a lethal, icy whip honed in

he passenger seat. I slid behind the wheel, my combat boots slamming onto the pedals. The moment my hand

trying to force a complete stop. My mind raced, c

ramp approached

ft of three tons of armored steel caught the right-flank SUV completely off guard. Our reinforced bumper clipped their rear quarter pan

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my mind. I accelerated, ignoring the agonizing grind of the limo's failing transmission. I dr

accelerated bli

ng SUV had no time to react. It plowed headfirst into the rear of the logging truck. The impact snapped the securing chains,

desolate roadside shoulder. The engine gave one

roken only by the hi

lunged at me, her face twisted in a grotesque mask of terror and humiliated rage. She couldn't handle the fact that t

!" she spat, raising

clamping around her wrist like a steel vise. I squ

ining from her face as excruci

earview mirror, my voice devoid of any human warmth

unfixable pieces. Victoria stumbled back against the leather seats, clutching her red, bruisi

yce Phantom glided silently onto the sho

of my neck stand up. The glass lowered just a fraction. In the shadows of the backseat, I saw the sharp, unforgiving jawlin

but I saw his lips curve in

t know who he was, but as the Phantom smoothly accelerated away, I knew