Kidnapped By A Rival Mafia
t in
sive cologne, burning cig
n who dictated the rules of this world. Her father, Francesco Moretti, sat at
asn't a c
a trans
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
n she s
or V
ov family. A name sp
rm-dark, powerful, and
ainst the marble floors. His icy blue eyes lo
oing here?" Rafael mut
eet from the table, hi
th but edged with quiet menace. "I beli
private matter, Volkov. Whatever bus
w, calculated smirk. "I disagre
ulse
a stranger. He was looking a
I don't have time for games. We'
d a quiet chuckle, but there was nothing amused
gers curling into fists. "What
ression turn
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le
th hitch
d what makes you think you c
in the room-hands twitching toward concealed weapons-but he s
y, "this was signed twen
paper. Elena leaned in, heart pounding, as
od co
The Moretti family owed
li
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
w. "I don't recall
protest, gunfir
rst into the room, blood
gasped. "Th
shot. The m
ore Victor was suddenly in front o
aving," h
n, but Victor's men were already movi
s," Frances
. "She's not y
She struggled, panic
going w
voice a quiet promis
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sting at
blurred h
's cold, unreadable expression as
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