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Too Late For Regret: The Syndicate's Queen

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1130    |    Released on: Today at 11:23

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over the rim of the glass. His eyes, when they met

iek and burrowed her face into h

at the man I had been arranged

e-the way he always claimed he was too stresse

roke the hair of a club dancer, soothi

had been nothing but a

d straight into the sprawling kitc

othes and marched into the

horitative scowl, as though I w

, wearing one of my expe

e ordered, the command a sharp crack in the tense air. "On your

his chin. "And when you're done, pack your thing

face. A traditional omertà submission ritual-forcing a slighted fiancée to s

ally quiet. "I refuse to leave this territory until my

sit untouched, my hand

Leo, waiting for him to enforce the command. He di

he moment. It rolled off the edge, hit the floor, and bounced directly

y and dropped to her kne

she pleaded, her whispers echoing through the kitche

for a reply and ran down the hall

ed me violently against the

rth lumbar vertebra, sending a jolt of white-ho

l, grabbed another apple, and fo

reath hot and angry. "Peel it for

pathetic display of mob hierarch

e down upon it, and the sound of the flesh splitting

"The alliance between our fa

, your mistress, or the

ed flush crep

, so accustomed to my complian

seless burden!" he roared, hurli

rp spasm. His arm swung in a blur of motion, the

head to the side, leaving a bur

llic tang of bloo

on the island. My arm moved, a fluid extension of my will, and I sen

arp explosion, followed by the m

hood betrothal ceremony fell from

over our smilin

m, stepping carefully near the

claiming a tiny shar

practically invisible scratch, and

!" he spat, cradling her foot

m the corner of my mo

ully polished stone of contempt, "if you think I would ev

ng painfully into my skin, and violen

me toward the stove. "And reflect on your i

he vegetable basket and threw

nter of my chest, stealing

ed Chloe out of the room, lea

ooked down at the floor

ash can was

s I had given him, the custom-engraved watch from my fath

est, a physical weight that made i

ieces of my entire life, wa

never

way, leaving nothing behind

loyalty felt as if it had been surgically excise

me. Then I pulled out my phone and se

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Too Late For Regret: The Syndicate's Queen
Too Late For Regret: The Syndicate's Queen
“I was standing at the cathedral altar, ready to sign the sacred mafia marriage pact with Leo, my fiancé of three years. But right before my pen touched the vellum, the heavy oak doors burst open. A club dancer stumbled in, clutching her stomach. "I'm carrying the twin heirs of the Falcone Family!" Leo dropped the pen and abandoned me in front of the entire underworld to coddle his mistress. Back at our penthouse, he ordered me to wash fruit for her and pack my bags. When the mistress intentionally threw boiling water and pure alcohol on my skin, Leo held her protectively. "You stubborn, psychotic bitch! She was only trying to help you!" He then locked me out on the balcony in a freezing downpour, ultimately leaving me to be cornered by street thugs in a dark underpass. I had endured his constant coldness and swallowed his endless betrayals for the sake of our families' alliance, only to be discarded like garbage for a cartel corner-girl's fake pregnancy. My twenty years of absolute loyalty had been nothing but a massive, pathetic joke. Watching the thugs approach in the dark, I didn't panic or beg for Leo to save me. Because from the deeper shadows stepped Don Gabriel-the ruthless, terrifying Boss of the ruling Syndicate. I looked right at the devil himself and accepted his marriage proposal, ready to become his Queen and bury Leo's entire family in rubble.”