The Cost of a Crown: A Mafia Princess's Ruin

a new, sharper edge to his cruelty, a despe

shed me into the back of a black SUV. We drove for what felt like an hour, away from

t-stained metal building. The air

e car and shoved me to

re bulb cast long, dancing shadows. The only furnitur

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with dirt and dried blood. Her face... her fac

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r stirred. A low moan

u see, Elara, I am a man of my word. I told you I wo

He tilted her head back, forcing her to face the dim

onversational, as if he were discussing the weather. "They made her list

nto mine. "This is justice. An eye

s of the warehouse closing in on me. "Please," I begged, the words tearing from my

ow, broken sound that ech

? My revenge has

had been standing in the shadows

g her away. She was limp, barely conscious. But as th

d, and a garbled, br

urviv

word I would eve

or at the back of the warehouse. I was le

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the floor in front of me. I

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with it on the