Too Late For The Mafia King's Regret

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private terrace hung heavy, thick

. He looked relaxed, the absolute picture of a devoted husband. He had clea

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utting into his steak with surgica

abricated hours ago, a bait laid carefully in the trap. "It made m

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with those intense, dark eyes that used to make my knees weak. "A D

y," I said, keeping my

. A week ago, this touch would have grounded me. Now, I felt like pul

ve. "I swear on the honor of the Marino family. I swear on my blo

in the eye. He didn't

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"distraction," it didn't count as betrayal. He had compartmentalized his life so pe

to know," I

lating the hours. Fo

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ulling me flush against his hard body. I stiffened instinctively, the

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ent dark. Panic flared in my chest. Being blin

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d the air. Hundreds of lights sh

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tatious, and incredibly expensive. A display of weal

ered, his chin resting on

in the sky. It felt

I said, my voice

He turned me around to face him. "

were inches from mine.

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vibrated ag

lash in his eyes, followed by s

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n before he cou

ttle

ph

ry. Because she sang for him? Or beca

ntic husband vanished. The Don appeared.

ping back. "It's... a family emergen

hurt bleed into my voice. It w

the waiting SUV that had pulled up silently out of

said. "

slid into the SUV. Vincenzo, his

ay, tires screechi

the drones were still spelling my nam

ily com

whispered to myself, my voice

k to the house. Not

odest sedan I used for charity work. It di

ore. I was the woman who was g

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see the truth w