The soft notes of a cello filled the vast, quiet space. I was enjoying a private performance
arefully after the chaos. After
en. My half-brother, Caleb Jones, the new Don of t
voice a little too lou
, burying his face in my hair. He was a g
ssed
e tension in his grip. It wasn' t br
busy,
a party tonight. A welcome-home
d disguised as a plea. Ethan. The name wa
k look, possessive and ugly, crossed his face
ou at ten," he said, kissin
s abruptly as he had arrived. The elevator door
ared at my side a few mom
ng slightly. "Mr. Jones's men... they too
nt. I knew. Caleb' s jealousy was a
at the city that was s
out, Maria. And
to pay to keep the king on hi
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