His Mafia Princess's Revenge

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single word can escape, Lorenzo's hand closes a

g with a rage so absolute it felt demonic. He signa

glass, its broken edges glittering m

g my hand over to expose th

he ca

ther line, and another. A sick, twisted parody of the sacrifice he once ma

st the men holding me, the world dissol

y, dropping the bloody shard of gl

d, and they walk away, leavi

profound it feels like a physical weight sett

a hospital bed. My hands ar

the wounds are too

he burner phone hidden under my pillow. A single, e

ndaged hands and scoffs. "That's what

t worry," I say, my voice quiet as

s finally broken me. "I won't neglect you completely," he says

. "Don't bother me while

," I

perceives as my surrender. He leans down and kisses

eyes shatters, leaving behind a glacial

g the searing pain in my hands, an

I hear her voice, loud and boast

l have him sign over the Bianchi fortune. The man's a fool. He