Caged by the Capo, Broken by My First Love

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gned to repel a siege. It took Lorenz

eiling, mourning the boy Julian used to be before the rot of the syndicate had infe

open, the sound of its frame

stench of expensive bourbon and the metallic

knees. The most terrifying Capo in New York dropped his heavy he

fractured rasp. "Gianna, please. The

ysical pain shot through my

. Somehow, after all this time, he ha

said there was a miscarriage. Two years ago. After that night we fought.

y voice cold and flat. "You would have found another w

is eyes were webbed with red veins, the

alloused, but his grip was strangely gentle, as if he was afraid of crushing something fragile. "I tried to make you care. I though

from his grip and sat

raw, scraped clean of its usual arrogance. "She was a mirr

egnancy?" I asked, my

hardened into a mask

here never was-not the first time, not no

p came from

wn her pale cheeks. She must have slipped through t

violently shaking hands. "For three years, you used me as a shield

eliberate grace. He turned his

knew you were a rat trying to infiltrate my world. You were conven

t. The suffocating sickness of

mmanded them both, pulling the heavy duvet

e took a slow, menaci

his tailored jacket, he withdrew a thick envelope of cash and tossed it

ck up at the man who had ruined her. In that frac

iek of pure madness. Instead of attacking the man who ha

d the crown and you don't even want it! I would kil

oward the bed. A stiletto blade appeared in her hand, its silver edge catching the dim light. Lorenzo moved

ut of my lungs and I fell back against the mattress, watchi

at her crimson-stained hands. Her face crumpled-not wit

hispered, her voice small and broken. "Th

, and the sound of bone giving

y eyelids fluttered shut, the last thing I heard was the frantic thud of heavy f