Vows of the Mafia King

d her eyes, flashes of Noah's cutting words and his cold, calculating gaze danced behind her eyelids. She turn

d in her mind like a warning. "If we lose leverage, we lose control." His voice had been sharp, dangerous, and filled with

rom the bed. The room was silent, save for the faint hum of the air conditioning. She

ssive quiet of her suite. Somewhere out there, people were laughing, living, l

't s

way, his jacket gone, his shirt sleeves rolled up to reveal strong, tanned forearms.

?" she asked, her voice

losing the door behind him. "Last

g at him. "It's a big suite. Plen

e dim lighting casting shadows across hi

tration bubbling to the surface. "Do you al

lass before setting it on the nearby table. "You s

aze back to the window. She didn't want him t

able. Then, to her surprise, he moved to stand besid

t, doesn't it?" he said quietly,

in his demeanor. "It's the same city," she replie

r answer. "You're not wrong," he admitted. "But sometim

s furrowing. "Is that supposed to be a

ent an involuntary shiver down her sp

crackling like electricity. Isabella could feel his gaze on h

?" she finally asked, h

ng her question. "I want us to unde

other? Is that what you call blackmailing m

Your father made his choices, Isabella. I did

ed, her voice rising. "Me? My fa

ole her breath. "You're not a pawn," he said, his voice low and firm. "You're

he said "queen" sent a strange mix of anger and something

she said, her voice

ng. "But you're mine. And whether you

Isabella opened her mouth to retort, but the words caught in her throat. She

uptly, turning on her heel and h

h called after her, his to

osing the door behind

played the conversation over and ove

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r a moment-just a moment-she wonder