A Contract with the Ruthless Mafia Billionaire

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d like gunfire in the silent night air. The paparazzi couldn't stop yell

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both of

our new gi

waist, pulling me closer towards him. The contact made my

f a beast. And yet, I couldn't stop staring at him. Kade Valen was darkness taking the fo

le princess," he whispered into my ear, the heat of his breath sending chills

for the cameras to capture as the perfect couple. The ballroom wa

could see them for who they were. Just people obsessed with power, gr

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trained to obey him. I was supposed to despise this man for what he did to my

ight, you're not a prisoner. You're my prized possession." I turned to

o.

up." Before I could part my lips to respond to him, a hush rippled thro

ene. Looking like a work of art in a black satin dress and dripping with diamonds. Her hair was perfect,

exact one. Same design. Same slit up the t

incidence at all...this was war. "Oh my god. I didn't know we would be wearin

anger. "Why the fuck

just wanted to see the little project you've been paradi

om and mockery at the same time. "Is this your first g

athetic, miss," I said, my voice sharp as glass. "All your money, all

h, darling," she said. Stepping closer, "You think Kade would ever do something

hey couldn't help but notice the whole drama going on. I opened my mouth to

agne, laughter and a blur of gowns and expensive jewe

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ning crack that

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ly registered the third shot before Kade's arm gripped my waist, shoving me d

. One of Kade's guards...broad, suited and alert threw himself in fron

marble floor. The life in his eyes drained slowly, he didn't even get a chance to screa

rned tables and sobbing guests hiding behind them, through a heavy wooden doo

e furniture like it could stop the world from spin

come out cold...just tight. Trying to control himself in t

might crack. "He knew what he signed up for." I stared at

to mourn right now, Lia. Not if this is what I think it is." Bu

his body went still. His features turned to stone. "What is it

tched thin....so thin that it could snap and slide through someone's ski

as Noah. Tied to a chair, blood rushing down from his nose, his lip split open, one

s alive. Barely. The camera shifted away from him, a figure stepping into the f

a glove hand...four fingers...then three...then two.., one. Then he raised

out. "No..ple

t the video didn't stop, the man leaned down, whispering something into Noah's

camera, holding up a sign..white paper,

ief to give us the ledger. Or we start