Mafia Runaway Bride

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fear as Ross's angry sho

twisted. I felt guilty for telli

grabbed her arm, her skin felt warm, and I felt a spark of desire even thoug

voice low and urgent. "Lock the door, a

ermination in her movements. My chest tightened, imagining her curled up, waiting for me, her body soft and brui

closer and angrier. "Lu

ir out my lungs as I headed downstairs. My heart was beating rea

t. Ross was walking around like a caged wolf, his fancy suit was wrinkled, an

ted on the railing, forcing

a crazy person?" my voice was light, teasing, but

ara is here, I know it." His voice was full of poison, but I could hear a hint of despe

lly not your wife and she is not your proper

scoffed. "She isn't,

thetic of

forever and I'll just walk away

Mara? I haven't seen her since the hotel though. She ran, man,

g for me to keep her safe. Guilt ate at me-it was my fault she g

tel like some lovesick fool. She's here and I'll tear this place apart to find her." His voice got quieter, a hi

er blood on the rug, fueled me. "You don't deserve her; you piece of shit. Hittin

a weak little slut who'll crawl back. You think you can save her? Play hero? She'll mess you up too." His words wer

's not yours to break. You lost her when you hit her.

er image flashed in my mind-bruised, defiant, her lips so cl

I'll find her. And when I do, she'll wish she never ran." His voice dropped, a promise of pain. His eyes became dar

ught inside of me. "Threaten me again,

me an advantage, and my stare was a warning. He held m

"This isn't over! She's mine, and I'll take her back, piec

ad bought her some time, but for how long? Ross wasn't blu

Her face was in my mind: those hazel ey

he hotel, my hesitation and letting Ross hurt her.

he night I failed to protect my sister from her husba

to keep her safe, to keep her from breaking li