Jilted Pet Becomes The Mafia Queen

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murmur of voices, the squeak of bedsprings. I lay in my own bed, stiff as a corpse, staring at

ill harsh, but the burn in my lungs was a welcome distraction from the fire around my neck. I sm

in the dining room, sipping tea as

butchered hair and the raw, red welt on my n

d with poison. "It's also going to be our engagement party. I was thinkin

rike. She was asking me to plan

usiness meeting," his knuckles bruised and a fresh cut over his eye. He'd found me in th

I'm done with all this, Fina, when all my enemies are gone, I'm goi

ed it down, deep into the black hole wh

ice hollow. "I don't concern mys

. He looked from me to Isa

air, "are none of your concern." He was speaki

e, my cheeks bur

you going?"

y visa for school." The lie came easily. The forged universit

flash of violent possession. He crossed the room in two strides, grabbin

are, Seraphina. You dare to start running around with some filthy mutt fr

ealousy. The same jealousy that had once made me f

hand on his arm. "Dante, darling, let her g

ed back, the urge to touch my bruised jaw overwhelming. I

buzzed. It was a notification from Dante's private social medi

red suit, she in a stunning evening gown, standing before the massive, carv

ion was

Qu

throwing me off balance. That word. Queen. He had killed

ymous account I'd created just for this purpose. I wrote it in Latin,

sit glori

the glory o

, deleted his number, and wiped every digi