Caged by the Capo, Broken by My First Love

uthless Capo in New York to save

araded a mistress around the city-not because he wanted

the divorce papers, I di

of my mob lawyer-the same lawyer

, his hands shaking on the steering wheel. "I thought I co

twisted plan wa

s desperate sister to

wn bedroom, driving a si

t it!" she screamed. "I would kill for som

ss, my husband and my first love fo

years ago to save Julian f

ce only turned him into a manipula

ersions of love only br

ked at the two men desperately o

papers, took ten percent of th

one being a queen

pte

Moret

t ruthless Capo in New York of half his empire, I heard my mob lawyer-who a

a low, tense t

Gianna back to me, or I'll hand the Boss the ledgers pr

m my grasp. Its nib scored a sharp line across the mahogany before the pen rolled to

st exclusive gala. Out in the corridor, the air was thick with

ound toward the heavy oak do

pure contempt. This was the man who, between sips of espresso,

had wiped out a rival Russian syndicate before his twenty-fifth b

ice was a low rumble, the sound of gravel shifting deep underground. "

urs anymore,"

eneath it-the same tremor I remembered from years ago, when he used to argue wi

in the city. You made your choice. N

once bought me coffee with loose change on a civilian campus now st

ition of Siena, the very woman who ha

the heavy

ned their he

e softened, the old protective mask of

to shield me from the

Julian's outstretched ha

ck strained against t

e, and in them I recognized the familiar

Lorenzo sneered,

road chest blocking the d

rvices, Gianna? Is that why you're

staccato click of heels e

appe

purchased with the blood-tithe

lent exchange passing between them-before sh

not even l

and around Siena's waist, and pu

as he leaned back against a

re, devoid of heat. A pro

territory. Tryi

ench at his sides. His

. I looked at Siena, who was

, my voice as flat and toneless as a contract being

lashed with a pu

de, his full attent

ce vibrating with a dark current of anger. "You're obsessed with the c

to the Capo. I looked

ertainly don't care about her. But since we are laying everything on

ing the heavy

rst love," I

chest as if from a physical blow.

r an instant, then a dark still

w the exact moment Lorenzo de

and walked back into

gold pen. I di

the bottom of the

le. It rolled and struck the

zo, who had followed me into the room. "Keep

kles and a cloying hospital smell clinging to his clothes. Siena had staged a miscarriage and blamed me. Lorenzo, in his paranoid fury, had grabbed my shoulders and

was stress, trauma, the toll of living in a pressure cooker. Lorenzo never

t cold. I stopped trying to leave quietly. I hired lawyers. I demanded not just my

the room behind Loren

e trembling. "Sign it. I'm pregnant again

k at her. He did no

everything else in th

s arm out of

he nape of the neck and propelled her from the