Beauty and the Mafia Beast

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years

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something I don't expect happens. There's nothing more infur

When my gaze lands on him, he visibly flinches, even though I have not yet fired the bullet. He's probably pissed

and bland, unlike some others...Stop thinking about her, fucker. It's been eight years. This one doesn't have a name in my mind-I thought I'd come u

y, but

to Vance-she definitely wasn't his daughter, and if o

ding beside her notes the time of death. You killed her, an unwelcome voice

all isn't going to swallow him. I move slowly, seizing his collar and yanking him up like the worthless sack of

ain this to your boss?" I

g together. He knows he's about

door with an amused smirk. "Tell me, Marco, how is i

n, boss. An easier way

even think about it, the barrel pressed to his clammy forehead. He shud

t right, his chance to get back in my good graces. So tell me-do you think he

anic swimming in his

once I found the truth, she'd go back to Vance, and he'd ju

ear, I had nothing

is skull. "Then give me a reason

ining chip to win back my favor, to show that he was once again loyal to the Russells. But

hink he could get away with this? It only gets uglier f

inally fesses, "She

Now you're speaking," I begin calmly,

urrow, his bre

s through your head. But I think the hounds will like you better." He cries, squirming in my hold in a weak attempt to break free. The soun

's real daughter... he has one who's been kept a secret. She doe

going to be so much fun, Vance

confusion masking his face. "I do

to the dead woman on the hospital bed.

. I wanted to tell you-I was scared, boss! B-but his real daughte

rumple to the floor. He gasps

to Vance. He should think I'm marrying the woman he sent-up until that veil is lifte

ls toward me, sobbing. "I

glance. He's already dead in my

lling my shoulders back as we step out of the hospit

er, of course," I answer. "Make her mine in every way that matters. Let Vanc

low. "And if

s flex at

's what will make it so much more s

th a smirk. "Tell me, Marc

haking his head.

arn that it doesn't matter what she believes.

ecided. She's mine. And I t