Kidnapped By A Rival Mafia

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n who dictated the rules of this world. Her father, Francesco Moretti, sat at

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black dress. The kind of dress meant to impress. But when she saw the old man sitting

mily. Power. And control. But tonight, it seeme

sealing a deal. "This is Rafael DeLuca, an old friend of the family. We

to meet Rafael's gaze-his aged face wrinkled in a permanent frown, eyes gleaming with am

ng her voice steady. "I d

nothing to understand. You'll marry

er as if she were nothing more than a prize to be won. She had heard whispers of Rafael's name

eavy oak doors swung open with

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th but edged with quiet menace. "I beli

private matter, Volkov. Whatever bus

w, calculated smirk. "I disagre

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a stranger. He was looking a

I don't have time for games. We'

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gers curling into fists. "What

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in the room-hands twitching toward concealed weapons-but he s

y, "this was signed twen

paper. Elena leaned in, heart pounding, as

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The Moretti family owed

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ist against the tabl

contract states that when the time came, she would be given to us in repayment of your debt." He ti

's silence

. "You can't be ser

ze met hers

person to them. She was leverage.

abruptly. "I don't belong

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