The Mafia's Runaway

sement. She took a hesitant sip, the burn of the alcohol grounding her in the surreal reality of he

id, her voice trembling. "Marr

s arms crossed over his broad che

time, and out of allies. Her father would disown her for humiliating the De Luca family, and Antonio would ne

marry me?" she asked, her vo

shed off the bar and walked toward her, his steps slow and deliberate. "Let's just s

he light. She could smell the faint scent of his cologne-something dark and woodsy-m

e're married?" she as

re was a hardness in his eyes that sent a shiver down her spine. "That depends on you," he said. "But

s. She wanted to argue, to fight, but the look in his eyes told her it wo

ed, her voice b

urved into a sm

-

That

. Bella stood at the altar, her hands trembling as she clutched a bouquet of white roses. The dress Viktor ha

k suit that accentuated his broad shoulders and lean frame, his ic

hat barely registered in Bella's mind. She felt like she was

bella Moretti to be your lawfully

id, his voice fir

u, Isabella Moretti, take Viktor Sokol

t pounding. His gaze was steady, almost challenging, as if daring he

ispered, her v

e power vested in me, I now pr

hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was possessive, demanding, and full of raw

ing she couldn't quite name. "You're mine now, little bird,