The Mob's Bride

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pened the car door fo

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flower was emblazoned

lo family'

gown and ste

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adjusted her dress, his ey

ance, I could fe

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arted movi

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bye,

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lessandro'

ack suit offered his hand. "Madam,

my hand

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man who killed w

me, his eyes r

scalpel, slicing thro

o meet his stare,

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the start that I

tection" was nothing

ch to him." Alessandro's fingertip grazed the diamond necklace around my

g into my palms. "Mr. Marcello, s

th his charade?" h

his warm breath

lla," he paused, his voice tinged with am