Broken Vows: The Mafia Princess Strikes Back

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trousers, casual attire that did nothing to soften the lethal energy coiled in his frame. He

r hand dropping from her weapon. She incl

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mark on Jerrell's face, Margaret's hysterical posture, Bobby cowering on the couch. His eyes finally landed on m

me, positioning himself slightly in front, a living shield. The move was pos

mine to

et, and the ice returned to

that vibrated through the floor. "You were say

was a weapon in itself. In the Chicago Outfit, Drake Falcone was synonymous with death

nd a spark of bravado. "Falcone! This is Griffin

host of a smirk. He looked at Jerrell a

ated, his voice flat, "is my busine

the dense muscle of a career soldier. The sheer physical intimidation was im

Jerrell's face. A flicker of something that looke

is voice a low murmur

him too

sion I had been holding in my shoulders since I walked into this house began to d

I could mana

ayer of humiliation for Jerrell. He watched us,

ntly taking mine. He inspected my fingers, my knuckles, checking for any sc

riffins again, his voice ri

il he has made his professional assessmen

on. It was a declara

ast attempt. "You can't do this

se you to wait until after the doctor's report. Otherwise, you might have a

am

and damning. It struck Margaret

ere as an enforcer. He was here because he believed

match for the titans who had just entered the arena. Drake's arrival wasn't ju

ound of footsteps e

g a black leather medical bag, entered the livi

ace had

de, clearing a pa

lue eyes steady and re

ned, turning from the protected to the prosecuto

pproaching doctor, the last vestiges

ispassionate gaze on Bobby Little. She was still trying to hide

onal, leaving no room for argument. "If you would ple

were undoubtedly a d