The Return Mafia Bride

was confused and frustrated as the word

ng. He moved slowly, his big frame throwing shadows across her. Wit

continued, his voice ca

r. Her heart hammering in her chest, she retreated. She responded, "I don't believe you," the words cutting even if the vulnerabili

erwhelming. She could feel the heat emanating from his body, his sce

s the air like a razor. "You believe I am using you?" He moved nearer still, his breath warm across

is hand rushed out, grasping her wrist with startling force before she cou

itself seemed to have stopped, leaving just the sound of the storm outside and their hearts poundi

ightened and he drew her in. Cathy felt it, the heat between them, the

as though motivated by

rear, dragging her closer as his heat seared her flesh. Just as much as the storm raging

y deceived her while her intellect shouted for reason, for control. She melted

had never imagined was feasible. Her hands found their way to his chest, grabbing his suit as if

at matched their intensity. The world outside seemed so far away like a far-off recollection lost of releva

corched her skin. She lost her ability to reason. Not breathed at all. He ate every

longing, his breath laboured, as if the

ggled to gather herself. She turned to face him, the man who had carried her off her feet into this whirlpo

heart felt something deeper, the want flared through he

rned you," he continued, his voice rough-a challenge

ightly as she struggled to calm her anxiety

left his coat haplessly thrown. She suddenly

ing h

em she had observed before. She had seen it in that vintage picture and the corner

asped it. Now imprinted in her brain, the symbol under

same crest, the same emblem hit her in a flashback.

he estate seemed stifling; its large, empty rooms were a sobering reminder of her solitude. Outside, the storm had passed into a

too strong. Cathy felt as though the shadows of his universe were engulfing her. She had come here for solutions, but

ong form remained calm under the covers. Barefoot across the frigid marble floor, Cathy went quickly, trying

ed down the corridor to listen. Apart from the distant buzz of the storm outside, the home was calm. Turning the corne

e sound of a subdued voice. The phone is used. Still ly

racing. Though the tone was clear, with a subdued urgency, an edge of anxiet

through clearly and she might be the one. "There

one. The words tasted like a smack. Whose was he referring to? The only

mutter. Verify that she is kept close

escape, she could not be here. Maximo had kept her near for reasons she did

did not yet trust him. Not sure what more he was hiding, she also couldn't stay at this villa. The

nd that passed thumping in her chest. She wanted nothing except for Maximo to wake up and disco

mainder of her belongings and headed for the rear exit. She lacked a dest

ssed the rear door into the night, the villa

e villa, and in the distance, someone moved among the shadows. Her imagination flas

way from the sudden tug of so

her release

o the vacant room next to him. His face was a mask

solution he had wanted