Vows of a Ruthless Mafia Don

g dress was gone, replaced by a silk slip that clung to her body. Candlelight flickered in the large room,

. Even the bedroom- her bedroom- felt like a gilded cage. Heavy velvet drapes covered the floor -to-

her, and Maria didn't flinch.

d his tuxedo jacket, leaving him in a crisp white shirt with the sleeves

gaze to the mirror, meeting his eyes through the reflection. "Is th

musement flickering in his dark ey

dn't be t

Luca moved closer, stopping just behind her chair. His hands

Maria." His voice w

"A lie you've convinced yourself of

ainst her bare shoulder. "Believe whate

lting her chin u

the job years ago. Spalettis were a problem, so you e

the vanity. "Because dead, you're just

ed back her chair and stood, closing the distance between them. "An asset," she repeat

nmistakable. He didn't step back, didn't look away. "T

irt. She wasn't foolish enough to believe she could manipulate him, but

d go any further. His grip was firm,

me, cara mi

dangerous. "Then don'

cond before he released her. Without another

"Lock the door if it makes you feel bette

m, pulse thrumming beneath her skin. Luca Montella was dangerous,

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city beyond the estate. The lights flickered like stars agai

ion wrapped in silk and fire. He had expected resistance, but the wa

o the chair across from Luca's

sip of whiskey. "

, leaning back.

oo

ched a brow. "You'

glass down, fingers tapping against the ma

You wanted a meek

on darkened. "I wante

ore nodding toward the whiskey. "Pour me

a second glass, slidi

fore setting it down

gaze sh

er-in-law led you to believe," Adrian continued. "

ed. "They think s

e watching, waiting. If they think she

I'll make sure they underst

his head. "And

his chair. "We'll fi

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him so close. The silence of the estate was unsettling, the kind that came with too many secrets

a stark reminder that this wasn't a home- it was a stronghold. Movement near the gate caught her eye. A dark figure lingered in the shadows, too careful, too still. Maria frowned. This wasn't a guard. The figur

t still unbuttoned, shadows cli

ow. "Did I forget

s scanning the room b

e," she said before he co

thout another word, he pulled

. Luca Montella was a man who never showed his cards. But in this moment, something about the intru

d her arms.

d forward, closing the distance between t

d it sent a shiver down her sp

one's watching, it means they

r for a long mo

he could say no, could tell him exactly what he wanted to hear. But lying to Luca Mon

r head slightly. "That depends. Are you

poke. Then, without another word, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing in the dim glow of the bedr