The Mafia's Runaway

pace between them. Bella sat stiffly in the leather seat, her hands clasped tightly in her lap. The w

n the city lights passing by outside the window. Bella stole a glance at him, her heart raci

she finally asked, b

r, his icy blue eyes pierci

with implications she wasn't ready to face. She looked away

ooked like something out of a Gothic novel. Towering spires, ivy-covered walls, and windows that

e taking it, her skin tingling at the contact. He led her up the stone steps and into the mans

ings, crystal chandeliers, and dark, luxurious furnishings. Bu

d, his voice pulling h

ble doors. He pushed them open, revealing a bedroom that was both elegant and intimidating. A

unding in her chest. She turned to face Viktor, her eyes w

," he said, his vo

her mind racing. "An

first time, Bella saw the predator beneath the charm.

against her cheek. The touch was gentle, but there was a

id, his voice a low growl. "And I int

thing but gentle. It was possessive, demanding, and full of raw desire. Bella'

thing she couldn't quite name. "Sleep well, wife," he sai