The Price Of A Mafia Queen

ella

I said, my voice as cold and hard as the shattered glass

ere, the new hardness that had settled deep in my bones. He saw that his daughter, t

just against you, Isabella. It is agains

gerous glint. It was the look he got before a war,

t me to do," he said,

"I want him to know what he has lost

bsolute power of a Don. "He will be exiled. Stripped of his name, his power, everyt

iness, but it was something solid to hold onto in the w

ng lifted from my shoulders. The de

down the hallway, a picture of innocence in a simple white dre

s just comin

nt of gardenias hit me first, a wave of nausea washing over

as if her touc

snapped, my

, her wide eyes filling with manufactured

ep back, her ankle twisting at an impossible angle. She let out

gel

red in an instant, his face a mask of fury. He di

ouch gentle as he examined

behind him, their face

looking up at Marco with tear-filled eyes. "I do

h her," I said

s eyes was a physical blow. *You are being childish,* hi

g. "I'm taking you to the doctor," he murmured, his voic

wing like a loyal honor guard. He left me standing alone in t

eeling, gently wrapping Angelia's ankle with an ice pack. She was leanin

n thrown from my horse during a ride. My wrist had been br

ed me, but his touch had been rel

uttered, his grip on my arm just a little too tight. He had tended to my i

over a fabricated injury. He wasn't per

he bone. This wasn't just about a kiss. This was

ous glass. I remembered how he'd held

er word, I turned