Runaway With The Mafia
s well be. He's in a coma, and even though we have the best doctors caring for
, I d
"I have lived. I have loved. I have buried my husband and children. I have grieved, and I completely understand your aversion to this world we have created. But
me that way!" he snap
of Priscilla, trapped in that damned box where all his emotions lay hidden. He failed miserably. Gripping the edge of the table, he cursed the ago
for tomorrow. Do not let me down. If you do not wish to lead, you know what you must do." With that, the call di
amily would be left vulnerable to the ruthless politics and power struggles of the world into which he was born-a world that learned to fear his ve
nger a matter of want
half-expecting to find her in his bed. However, as he twisted the doorknob
..
ddled with the hem of the pajamas Sandro had provided her the previous night; it was all she had
closed her eyes, praying to any gods that may exis
nd the trunk lid slowly lift. Thus, Sandro
help had fallen flat when he had stayed locked away in his study all night. Stealing from him hadn't worke
oxious man for assistance was to hitch a ride without his permission. There was no way he would have lent her some money-if he c
k. "Get out of my trunk right now, Mrs. Harake. What are you, a child play
trunk shut. "Let me go." Each word punctuated her futile struggle, and onlo
nd voice held an undercurrent of violence that caused the chauffeur to take a ste
eat trickled down his che
nto a sneer. He started to speak but abruptly glanced down at her bare feet. She instinctively curled her t
's fault, but her words caught in her throat as she rea
She couldn't keep the e
phone from his black pants. "No. This i
me wit
N
an dro
ing from each word. The wind tugs at the bun of his black ha
r, swearing intensely in a language that sounds somewhat familia
it's why she feels safe around him. Every other man she's encoun
s that smacked her when she was just thirteen, the desperate cries she stifled wh
one, her life has shown her