The Mafia's Obsession; His Little Plaything
ci
cted and publicly humiliated by nineteen-year-old Lady Moor
the news of her imprisonment could wash away the vibrating anger surging through me every damn day her name was called.
ng her a taste of her own medicine. I had t
tle sister, I refused. It was her I wanted! I wanted the world to know she's at the lowest after the chronic humiliation.
light smirk playing across my lips i
but her piercing blue eyes visible to my thirsty amber eyes
silently, but loud en
ng her eyes away from me. That obviously wasn't the
ve my house this instance," Mr. Quinn roared, anger
been her only friend since she got out of jail. She took her steps tim
fe in jail if Mr. Giordano here had not been kind
ing her to go on her knees to appreciate me; no, I would have been disappoi
ere to do the last thing meant to proclaim her as mine
no doubt. I had great plans to make
quite acquainted with her. But they averted their gaze, not
g the appreciation
irl. "At what price did he get me out of the prison?" He
ore
again, her anger rising
ven have the slightest right to be. You chose that boy over your family. You asked
f forcefully towards him. "I'm so sorry; I'm
ust got yourse
hen you no longer bear my last name. When, get this do
no longer married to Grey," she count
the same day you got married to another
Moore. You're now Mrs. Giordano
-d
re she had knelt earlier; her face turned to me
y to pay your
d anything to do with the business arrangements betwee
t of her days with me. I would make her l
ce. She looked unwell, unkempt, unfed, and extremely tired. Five years in a dungeon is rea
h after what you d
she begged. "Don't
t. Your sister will join you for the wedding tomorrow," her father announced
he watched me walk towards her. She stumbled
spat, to
ore?" I asked, Damian, Lillard, and John foll
her die than
on her, my hands hold
will receive. Follow now, or these men beside me will do you the honou
n to follow orders as her "bring m
ould show her what marry