His Mafia Princess's Revenge

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ture that was once a comforting promise,

sumes I'm still broodin

ough his tone. "This is for your own good." He glances down at my bel

raw, hoarse sound escapes my throat. "There is no child," I try to tel

ings, a shrill, demanding sound that cuts throug

ntly shedding its cold command for one

one, even from a few feet away. She's scared of

rom the chair. He's already halfway to the door when he

lready shrugging the coat over his

he fight drains out of me, replaced by a vast, empty calm. Why would I share the

," I say

't care enough to. Without

thunder shakes the entire estate. The lights flicker. My legs give

!" she murmurs, helping me to a chair. "You've always been so terrified of thunder." Her voice drop

y three storm, just to get home to hold me until I fell asleep in

on the floor, utterly alone, as the storm ou

e that the Don has returned and r

find him at the dining table. And seated in my spot, the one at

I approach, his ex

enerous enough to stay and make sure the storm didn't

ossessive affection that sends a wave of bitter nausea through me. She le