Scarred Hearts: A Mafia Billionaire Romance

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d t

ndle wa

ain she'd lost hearing. The door groaned, the inch or so of

the wh

entle.

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sts were wrapped around the

hadn't been

nor Vivian's, no

someon

vement before the door boomed shut and tre

anging at the bottom of her throat as She rushed out of bed

thi

ouded in cruel silence, with slanti

ootsteps. No r

silence of Bla

t with every cell of her body that she was watched. That she

rn her

to herself, cinching u

feet squeaking the cold marble. Her eyes darted

of being watche

the house, a sou

ve twitch of muscle

secrets in

g, it had closed

rm, which pressed upon her shoulders as something light. It lay out in the empty

pit of her chest. Whoever had stood at her

tened. You don't belong here a

d under her skin like the venom of a s

been a

edroom, carefully and slowly, closing the door. She locked it like anything wa

against the door. Her frame sho

ry seething u

finished

The Blackwoods had bested her and stripped her of pride

empt. But he did not sneak behind closed doors

ht. But they got to show their contempt on

W

d w

took a breath. She had to t

e swept by it, silver in the moonlight. High iron gates leaped u

d away. Th

was brutal

muscles

ock, brutal

er hand on the wood as her he

e gasped, but her

nce.

t's

rri

release. She had no idea whether she was gl

d, unbolting, she crept

lway light. His icy-blue eyes flashed across her, unreadable. B

oment to her bare feet, t

oth, but there was something benea

Harrison had knocked. N

mouth, but it was not a smile. It was an a

rame, his arms folded. "Odd," he s

the door. He was trying her.

a bland fac

tell by the lines on his face, the tapping

from the door. "Wh

g to build between them.

her, and the door creaked shut behind him

a ga

already there, too close, his smell-clean soap a

rris

eren't

stif

n and sharp. "There was s

ch clenche

fear that flickered around her face. "

tilted his head, studying her expression as

ce low enough to be a wh

e sounded off his lips-soft, lengthe

d, his tone as sharp as

let th

nto the palms of he

in the world would Harrison all

thed, moving another st

ge. If anything, something

," he mused, "

omach t

e to protect her. He

houlders. "I don't

slow deliberation, he did it-stretched out his hand-his fingertips follow

rough and gra

ke being lie

ld not let him see her sk

care what

was slow an

is lips against the rim of her ear, "if you'l

cle in her

across her face as if attempting to se

her, as if the words

open the bolt on the door but was

t the door frame

a beat.

night,

oor closed

f air she did not eve

t from the flirtatious comments or the taboo to

who was knock

he let the

Leya's door a warn

or outside Leya's door and w