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hoed through the silence like a death sentence. Enzo flinched and moved to the doo

whispered, voice shakin

alrea

door opened,

in a black tailored coat that clung to his broad shoulders and Italian shoes polished to a mi

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throat. His han

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kitchen table. She didn't move. She couldn't. Her body ref

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he fragile illusion that may

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er voice cracked. "You didn't me

t!" Enzo cried. "I

never leaving hers. "You had a choice.

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Dante said coolly. "And I

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he cold night air slapped her face as she was shoved into the back of the b

d, pounding the glass

r pull

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e was quiet

emember everything she'd heard about Dante Valenti. That he ran weapons. That he ran women. That he ha

nothin

pay

. She didn't want to gi

es and iron fences. It was an entirely different world-one of luxury and danger. The mansion loomed ahead

closed b

steps, through velvet halls. She didn't fight anymore. She

by the look of it. Mahogany bookshelves, leath

sat like a kin

ed his men without e

behind her wit

clothes were wrinkled, her lip swollen f

id, eyes scanning he

to h

smirk cross

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ple. I'm not some object

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cream. Hit him.

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ery step deliberate. When he stopped in front of her, she

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you want?" His

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you i

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useful. You're beautiful. And bec

wh

ery

"I won't do it.

ic. This isn't about love or choice. It's about control.

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if I

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ther pays for

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***

eir entire apartment, decorated in silks and gold, the kind of room that look

ella did

of the bed, trembl

a don. For a debt

or what he might truly want from her. This wasn't just

ut for now, she was trapped.

ame she never