Vows of the Mafia King

avy cloak. She stared at the door he had just closed, her mind churning. For someone who thrived

g city stretched out before her, glittering with promise and peril. Somewhere out the

mn you, Noah Bennett," she muttere

on. She took a deep breath, willing herself to stay calm. If Noah thought

. It was soft but firm, and her heart

led, her voice ste

er dark hair pulled into a sleek bun. She wore a sim

ll bow of her head. "I'm Elena. Mr. Benne

. It sounded so foreign, so wrong. She force

rs d'oeuvres on the side table. "Are you sure? Would you like

tired to entertain small talk. "No, I'

ead nodded. "If you need anything, just press the inter

ella said again,

she had come, leaving I

ind-her father's desperation, Noah's infuriating smirk, the vows that felt more like chain

couldn't

, her head falling into her hands. The weight of her ne

before the sound of voices filtered through the walls.

though she couldn't make out what he was saying. Anothe

she moved toward the door, careful to stay silent. She

h's voice came throu

short notice," the other man rep

"If our supply chain falters, we lose leverage. And if we lose l

followed by a mut

ou come to me with excuses instead of resul

was a stark reminder of the man she had married-a man who

d racing. Who was he talking to? What

confront him outright. Noah wasn't the type to sha

in her mind. If she was going to survive in this world,

h, she had to

e fabric was cool against her skin, a small comfort in an otherwise suffocating night

g at the ornate ceiling,

over. Not by

e upper hand, but Isabella wasn't

ontrol her, he was about to