The Mafia forbidden love

A Cage with

ors. The chandeliers overhead cast a golden glow, but the warmth was an illusion-this house had never been a

led slightly, a rare slip in her usually composed exterior. She had spent years perfecting the art of d

d shared with De Luca. The memory of it sent a shiver down her spine. S

et, s

r made her snap ou

e she recognize

tia

d her shadow ever since she was old en

ago stood there, dressed in his usual black suit, arms crossed. His dark eyes wer

s to see you in t

row. "Already? I

rely did. "He has questions.

with measured steps down the long corridor. Miguel Vasquez never made idle requ

his massive oak desk, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His

oice smooth but laced with

e

drink before setting it down

"Then you should surround your

but his eyes remained cold. "You

t nearly

inch. Didn't let

htly, feigning confusion. "I don'

"Don't insult me, mi hija. My men saw you leaving wit

the kiss? About the way De Luca had looked at her as if

"I was caught in the chaos. H

e that Matteo De Luca-the man who has spent years try

stare, unwav

Miguel leaned back, studying her with the quiet intensity of

are my daughter. My blood.

r posture relaxed. "If you don't trus

inst the desk again. "I trust you, mi niña." His voice s

said n

s directly in front of her. He reached out, tucking a strand

," he said, his voice quiete

is gaze. "An

t her cheek before he dropped hi

spine. Handle it. She

n't give warnings.

om him always

t he wanted-obedience. But deep down, she

coul

ar, the blood, the danger-she had alread

n't sure sh