The Mafia King's Runaway Bride
into the
Sofia's heart raced as she approached, the weight of her decision pressing heavily upon her. S
ban life. The streets were alive with activity-vendors hawking their wares, children darting between pedestrians, and the constant hum of
. Every shadow seemed to conceal a threat, every passerby a potential adversary. She had n
hts gave way to the cold flicker of neon signs. Sofia's stomach churned with hunger, but she dared not stop. She had h
ilver Serpent." Desperation gnawed at her, and she decided to take the risk. Pushing open t
over drinks, their faces obscured by shadows and the brims of worn hats. Sofi
?" he grunted,
ofia replied, her voice
eyes narrowing. "We don
s. The bartender took them, nodding curtly before
e feeling of being watched. Her eyes scanned the room, landing on a figure seated alone in a corner booth. A man, cloaked
approached her table. "Mind if I join you?" he
He took a seat across from
to these parts
hrough," she re
eyes. "Ravenwood isn't kind to strange
d around her glass. "
, leaning back. "But it's a
ns. Trust was a luxury she couldn't
want?" she
hat. Let's just say I have a keen interest in
o leave, but curiosity held her in
ou learn a lot about a person by observing them. For insta
he maintained her composure. "Y
venwood can be a dangerous place for a woman a
. "I can take
consider this: alliances can provide protection, reso
ly. "And what do
st in keeping the balance in this city
sting him was a gamble, but so
bout it," she