His Betrayal, My Mafia Revenge

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ers fumbled with the top button of his shi

e you doing, Ales

this house," I said, not taking my

r family's unity." His voice was low, a dangerous growl that once

oulder. "She's carrying Marco's child. It's my duty to care for he

uty. He talked of duty while he disrespected o

arp. "You've made your priorities clear. So I

world, marriage was a sacrament, a binding contract

ond, I thought he might actually see

." He waved a dismissive hand. "You want a new car? I'l

e had no idea who he was dealing with anymore. He wa

. Her bottom lip trembled. "Oh, Santino," she whispered, her voice choked with manu

manipulation, and Santi

full attention to her. He pulled her into a gentle hug. "You

s eyes filled with accusation. He was pro

comfort her after you spent last night massaging her feet in my ki

into shuddering sobs. "I can't stay here," she cried into his chest. "I can't

of taking the last piece of his dead brother a

t that I was still in the room. He ignored the p

rmured to her, his voice a low promise. "Thi

. He had given her my h

king her hair, whispering comforting words to her. I

ife, died. And Alessia Bianchi, the thorned ro