Vincenzo's Girl: Avenging My Mafia Betrayal

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omb. The sprawling mansion, once a sanctuary, was now a gilded

l, pre-arranged audio recorder from a hidden compartment, a contingency my father had insisted on ye

living room, its lens aimed directly

meone else's perfume. He smiled when he saw me,

kissed me, his lips a brand of hypocrisy on mine. His hand went to my belly, stroking the cur

kitchen moments later, a glass of warm milk in his ha

ng echoed in my m

said, my voice sweet, as

expensive suit. "Oh, I'm so sorry!" I gasped, dabbing at the spot

hile he was turned away, I swapped his glass with an ident

nk the plain milk down, making a show of how much I

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here for a bit." I curled up on the sofa, directly in

They stood over me, their faces illuminated by the dim light of a single lamp, l

her voice a venomous whis

, his gaze clinical and dismissive.

y, the truth will come out. Her story

te her so much

has my eyes. Every time he looked at her, he was supposed to be thinking of me.

te walked in, and behind him, a

ly. "A key associate. He's eager

cold. A witne

her blissful ignorance," she explained to the stranger with a cruel smile. "As you can

ement. Dante and Elara then left, leav

le in my body to remain limp as Frank leaned over me. His pr

e murmured. "This will be a pivo

ked shut. I waited, counting to five hundred in the suff

ng to a secure cloud. Evidence.

living room without a glance, heading upstairs. It was my chance. I snatched his phone from where he'd left it on the coffee

A list of encrypted

one name, and the

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