Too Late For Regret, Mr. Mafia Boss

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a faint blue glow across my face, a

anical keyboard, the crisp clac

e master drive for

nt routing numbers and political protection codes, rep

e every single one of their ro

, tossed it into the desk dr

replaced by the low hum of a ballroom. The air was t

nderworld's annua

glass of champagne, introducing Serena to the cit

would become the new head

her neck. I stood in the shadows nea

lace where emotions should

stopped, the music coming

the crowd-Dante Falcone had entered th

g physique-a body born for violence. His sharp jawline and co

d took a step forward, but Dant

l, completely ignoring the

sconces above, casting me in a shadow tinged with

heavy black-and-gold card, and pressed it into m

s been empty for three years. Th

d my head up to meet his gaze. A fain

clean up a

ante's mouth tw

ngers deliberately bru

oking at Gabriel, who was standing a

glass like treasure," Dante's vo

htly that I could see the mus

firmly on Gabriel. "Wishing your new S-C

s soldiers following him

ed, Gabriel stormed over and gr

into an empty reception room. The heavy d

e Falcone?" Gabriel roared, h

here his hand had touched me, l

can sit on that throne today i

against the wall. The sound of shattering glass was sha

n't take a single step in the underworld," he said, pointin

he floor, then back up at his face

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