Broken Vows: The Mafia Princess Strikes Back

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. He was clinging to the last shred of

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e right to call yourself my

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but felt in my marrow-rushed through my veins. But it didn't

just stared back at him with eyes like dead winter, letting him see th

rk that ignite

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he'd been burned. He looked at me, his eyes wide with st

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space, and lowered my voice to a

th a rage so profound it was almost cal

nderstood the raw, ruinous intent radia

posture once again

the room, my voice ringing with finality. "T

er son humiliated, transformed from a fr

she screamed, her voice cr

ered uselessly by the door, their faces pale and

"Get her! Grab this insane woman!

. On the other, the most lethal operative of the Valeriano family, whose

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erself slightly in front of me. A silent, deadly promise. Th

stared at me. The shame burned in his eyes

he sofa, a forgotten prop in a pla

and felt nothing but contempt. Her threats

l thing, a wire pulled ta

n open again. This time, with a forc

ainst the afternoon light. He carried with h

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