Blood & Vows: Married to the Enemy Kingpin

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altar-handsome as sin

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speak. Words of unit

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sity, like it had been forged in a crucible of war. No softness. No warmth. When his hand brushed hers as t

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vows, Matteo's voice

be my wife. From this day forward, I bind myself

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n behind her smile

, to be my husband. From this day forward, I

ed-just a flicker-

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held it

rose to her jaw, fingers cool against her flushed skin

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mouth m

It was a power p

chest. Cameras flashed. Applause swelled. But Isabella felt on

oom of an old Romanesque mansion Matt

. Champagne flowed. Music played. Enemies l

iamonds. Matteo lingered at her side like a looming shadow. They danced once-fo

said quietly. "You might want

arry a sharp blade. Maybe you sho

laugh. "You do

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te of his estate. The room was cavernous-dark wood

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," she sa

er. "This is a truce, Isa

h fire. "Then stop looking at me li

don't want to win you.

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and walked into the adjoining r

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