Bound By Blood To The Mafia King

bby, her chest heaving. As the stainless steel doors slowly slid shut, cutting off the view of the pen

or. She stepped out and walked quickly a

s doors, the freezing night wind slammed into he

ectly manicured, tree-lined driveway toward the massive wrought-iron gates of the gated communi

from the gate when th

t. Ashlyn squeezed her eyes shut, throwing a hand

the guardhouse. They were holding the thick leather leashes of two snarli

, his voice devoid of any respect. "Show your night p

rminated my employment with Alex Robinson,"

a look. One of them let o

e, not even a fly leaves this sector,"

pike of fear through Ashlyn. She stumbled backward, her bare heel catching on the edge of th

hook the sky. A second la

n sheets. Within seconds, Ashlyn's thin

e last remnants of her body heat. The dizzy, sickening wave

ire City. She was trapped. In this city, controlled by capital an

c. If she stayed out here, she would p

she tasted copper. She turned around

luxurious lobby looking like a drowned rat. The expensive

yes, but knowing she belonged to the monste

d walls. Her hair was plastered to her skull, her lips were blue, and she was shiv

he stood in front of the heavy oak door

hen, she raised a numb, freezing f

as cracked open. She pushed

nd spilled bourbon we

egs were crossed at the ankles. A lit cigarette was pinched b

g the security feed. Watching her hit a brick wall

uddle of rainwater immediately formed around her fe

e exhaled a thick clo

ng?" he mocked, his voi

ng to every curve of her body, highlighti

hispered, her voice thick with a nasal, pa

, then up to her trembling, blue lips. Hi

ying, fragile body-a body that had just been drained of blood to save his sister-his thro

f-smoked cigarette directly into the pristine white wal

entryway table. He grabbed a heavy set of car

hivering form, pushing the

rdered, his voice