Broken Vows: The Mafia Princess Strikes Back

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y let out a pained shriek as the op

. But then his eyes met Drake's. The look in Drake's eyes was not a threat; it

me. The screaming, the crying, the path

my voice low. "This

subtle hand signal to one of the Um

art of the Griffin's gaudy furniture set. It was carved from dark, almost black wood, upholstered in ri

e room, facing the sofa where the Griffins huddl

ts back for a moment. Then he turned to me, his

ry step. The rustle of my silk dress was the only sound.

guest in their home. I was not an equal in a dispu

exquisite. To be made prisoners in their own home, forced to watc

ted my chin slightly, a

hauled the struggling, weeping Bobby across the expensive Pers

p perfume, her designer dress wrinkled and askew.

bag in hand, his face an impassive

ind finally snapped. A fresh wave of terror propelled h

ace, her eyes locking on Jerre

Please! I don't wan

But it was fleeting. His mother's betrayal, Drake's presence, my cold autho

k of hope in Bobby's eyes died, r

no pity. No triumph. Just a cold, clean sense of order being restor

he carved armrest of the chair. Tap. Tap. Tap. A m

He looked up at the two Umbra agen

to the floor, the other secured her thrashing

anded fish, a stream of incoheren

ad away, unable to wat

movable mountain. His presence was a blanket of absol

ent out of her. She went limp, her body on the

re resistance as Dr. Wallace