The Mafia Queen's Bloody Vengeance

my side, hearing my husband Eth

taken my kidney without my co

e said, then walked in and lied

d him back from death. In return, he carved me up

eigning concern, I de

this city my hus

pte

phin

physical thing, an anchor pulling me from the black fog of unconsciousness. My throat was raw, my head t

r. Two voices. One was Dr. Gallo, our family's physicia

impatient. The sound of it, usually a comf

ut, Ethan, this was reckless. To take it without her

moved instinctively to my side, fingers probing the thick band

s voice was ice. "Isabella needed it. That's all that ma

bel

comfort after he was nearly killed in an ambush six

s a deep, internal freeze, a paralysis of the soul. He wasn't talking about somet

ight, my head already feeling heavy. Him, smiling that smile that had always made my wo

y a horrifying, crystalline

ype is rare, Ethan. A perfect match for Isabella, yes, but wh

Her body, her blood... it's a family asset. It belongs to the Co

ily a

his legitimate businesses from the ground up, laundering millions and giving the Bratva a respectable face. I nursed him back from the br

a piece of meat to save

elt like my heart was being torn from its moorings. The physical violation was horrific,

d into a mask of concern. He saw my eyes were open and rus

. You collapsed. Your kidney... it failed

h. My eyes flickered to the door, where I could see Dr. G

was my life, my future. I saw him for what

vaporated in that single, cold moment. It left behind a hollow, aching voi

Don't worry. I'm here.

my eyes spill over, playing the part of the frightened, fragile wife. He needed to be

an in this city Ethan feared. One rival powerful enough to challenge the Costello empire. A man w

e Mo

. The pain in my side was a vicious, constant reminder of what he had done. It fueled me. Slowly, painfully, I r

elligence. A number I had never, ever planned to use. A number that mea

d. Ethan had killed t

on the first ring. A lo

ring down the Costello family," I said, the words tasting like ash and freedom.

silence that stretc

ther end said, "Stay whe