The Mafia Don's Regret: Too Late To Love

Don, left me standing at the altar to

hen a kidnapper held a knife to his childhood sweet

-his pregnant wife-towa

all, but our unb

re was n

out of jealousy. He had me thrown into the family dungeon,

t know t

oluntarily sterilized herself years ago an

opathy. My heart had an expiration d

final kindness: a midnight ride on the

, but he was late again

ent up

ge came back do

y shoes and a medical fi

pte

Oliv

ss me when the pries

d drain from his face before he turned and ran ou

iamond weighing down my finger and the heat of

edge of the mattress in the M

a cage. The corset dug mercilessly into my ribs, restrict

e ye

myopathy. My heart was a traitor in my own chest, expand

bright before the darkness took me. I wanted

r creak

me first-gunpowder, exhaust fumes, a

of the Moon Crime Family. The smell of a man

said. His voice was a low rumbl

lock on the bedsi

my voice quiet but steady. "I thought he

edo jacket, tossing it carelessly onto a velvet chair. His whit

d, Kacie. You kno

ns Jayden call

. He looked at me then-really looked at me-with those icy

oy. Ambushed. It w

she h

ned ankl

t the altar, humiliated me in front of the entire Outfi

told the guests I was feeling faint because of

s the family image. And Jayden... her father took a bullet for me. He died so I could s

wa

tasted

ry tale. I had crashed an underground casino g

tumbling, his skin gray. Neuroto

closet. I kept him awake. I dialed the private doctor number on his

ade my weak heart stutter. He married me to protect me from

his enemies off his hands in the en-suite sin

t wasn't unkind, but it carried the weight

carry her

dripping from h

carry her out o

walk," he sa

ubbed her toe at a barbecue. Like she was glass. Like she was

" I whi

ached for the zipper at my back, bu

ds brushed my skin, sending a jolt of electricity down m

down slowly. The dr

my ear, his breath hot. "You carry th

you,"

ciall

st a second-I let myself believe the lie. I let myself believe that the heat

one buzzed o

ly. The cold air hit my

he screen. His

said, turning his back o

the balcony, answering t

voice dropping to that soothing,

d shivering, realizing that the three years I had