Shattered Vows: The Mafia Queen's Revenge

undisputed Queen of the Cosa Nostra, reigning

e to execute my fiancé suddenly brough

lood on your hands anymore. He

owing his fragile new trinket to mock my mur

et and my father's signet ring at an underground

to protect me pinned me to the floor, aiming a load

thedral to wash his hands clean, and sent me a gilde

ho claimed we were soulmates forged in

d the very ruthlessness he had spent eigh

thedral doors in a blood-red dress, drew the silver dagge

pte

na

ere laid out upon the cream-and-indigo weave of my Persian rug,

ear, and whispered, "Shoot him, or I will keep him alive just t

eight y

nd could, after bathing in the blood of rival cartels, us

s my protector before the role of protector twist

reak easily

rol, I had once taken a blade to his leg t

ed me dismembered and fed to

clamping around me like a cage of bone and muscle, and claimed my ru

tood by his side as

him, and reigned over this network of wh

ium that served as the west wall of my penthouse, st

ss that looked entirely ou

irl Dante had recently picked up as one might pick

home with a smile of such saccharine c

she said, her voice a thin, reedy so

ell of blood on your hands anymore

stomach, and I felt the blood drain

t yell o

lade to her cheekbone. I felt the slight yielding of flesh, the almost imperceptible res

pping her hands over her face as dark

knees striking the flagstones with a dull report that vib

sage wa

lect your

in oak doors of my penthouse to shudde

flanked by a doz

onto me, burning with a

aimed the barrel dir

s expensive leather shoe

harp against the thick glass of the aquariums. "Loo

o rest against my skin, and in the quiet, I heard the fain

lena," he said, the word

not

e distance until my chest br

t found the space between two ribs, the fine woo

hum of the aquarium filters, a sound I had not notic

th, waiting for the Don to g

ssing into his gut, and a slow, tw

raised a hand, signalin

w, dangerous rumble. The vibration of it

er of Serena's blood, was the same scent that had filled my nos

I asked, my breathing unaltered, as

our eye and your tendon.

arm, hauling her up from the

single eye

will not end

ut of my penthouse, and his

rs clic

Dante had summoned the syndicate's top surgeons, threatenin

re, walked into the aquarium room

ked di

n," Enzo said, handing me the tongs. "It is an in

unk of meat and tossed

and silver fins. Then it settled, and a slow, pin

I said, watching the water turn pink. "W

n the adjacent tank. They had just been f