The Mafia's Runaway

rough the heavy curtains. For a moment, she forgot where she was, the unfamiliar surroundings sen

remembered, the opulence of the space doing little to ease her nerves. The events of the

ne now, li

touching the cold marble floor. She needed to get out of this room, to clear her head. B

y tailored to his broad frame, his icy blue eyes fixed

e said, his voice

acing. "Good morning," she replied,

room, closing the door b

slept at all. Her mind had been too busy racing

gaze sweeping over her. "

hands clasped tightly in f

curtains to let in more light. "Like the rules of t

repeated, her

n unreadable. "You're my wife now, Bella

urned. "What kind

saw the predator beneath the charm. "You'll find out soon enough," he sa

heek. The touch was gentle, but there was a hardne

ce low. "You don't leave this

dened. "You can

m very serious," he said. "This isn't a game, little bird. Antonio

back, her mind spinning. "So I'm just s

n he stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "You're not a prisoner,"

ainst her ear. "But don't mistake my protection for kindness,"