Reborn To Reign: Choosing The Monster Over The Prince
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d in my chest ended my life
me fade on the cold tile floor
e girl I trusted with my life, looking at
Chicago Outfit was actually a monster who had chi
brother Brannon, the "Butcher"-was the o
, hatred, and the bit
my body jolting upri
mooth. My hea
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the betrayal, the final moment
s still the naive girl he pl
ite of Choice tonight and obedient
as w
chandeliers, the Don asked m
ts breath, waiting for
urned my gaze to the terri
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s supposed to be the end, but the acrid tang of exertion
flew to my sternum, fingers clawing at the silk of my blouse, expec
was no
ainst my ribs like a trapped bird, but i
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iliar. It was the voice of the man who had watched m
oked
ened Capo who had ordered my end. He looked younger. His face was unlin
in. Untarnished. Which
red hi
ny hidden behind closed doors. The betrayal by my cousin, Jana. And finally, the night I fo
ward, pushing my
ical training center. The ai
ke me blush but now made my stomach turn. "Did the recoil sca
ge counter where his Beretta lay. He picked it up, ejected tup for me
believed I was already under his complete control. The daughter of a de
apologized for being clumsy. She would have picked up the magazin
he black meta
s tone sharpening.
fire ceased. Silence stretched across the gym, heavy and suffocating.
les from my skirt. My legs felt
" I
owing. The mask of the charming prince slipped, ju
use
my voice steady, though my palms w
ment lockers. My cousin. The rat. She looked you
to Connor's side. "Don't be rud
same look she wore when she told him w
sical weight, an unspoken challenge. "You're stressed," he said, his voice low, a threat wrapped in velvet
brushing a stray lock of hai
to inspect the facility
s hand
es his Capo bullying a woman instead of leading his men," I continued.
He hadn't expected me to know the Don's schedule. He
or the naive girl he planned
Connor snapped, not bre
floor, eager to plea
h hot against my ear. "You look d
a cruel smirk pl
make taming you so m