The Mafia Don's Regret: Too Late To Love

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tifling, a nauseating cocktail of

ood like a sentinel, recording every frame. Jayden was

" Jayden murmured to the camera, her vo

bed, a stark contrast to the pure malice in h

know... I know Kacie didn't

alidation. He nodded at her, encour

ing the camera slightly so I was force

ul trap. If I denied it, I looked like a heartl

flat. "I'm glad you're recovering so q

spine, seizing the

tly at Cedric. "Just to make sure there are no ling

anic. "No! I hate needles. Cedric,

rotective hand on her shoulder. "No

heavy disappointment.

out of the room wi

considered letting the doors close and simply walking

ney, no allies, and a heart that

at the Moon Estate

ong mahogany table like statues of judgment. They were the Ol

ll cooed, pushing a plate of roast duc

hing more than a vessel too cracked to carry

food, my appeti

. Cedric's hand was resting on Jayden's knee. H

ed loudly against the china,

, Kacie?" Burt aske

ngry," I sa

other hand, placing the meat delicately onto Jayden's plate. He

was a ghost haunti

r eyes gleaming. "He only makes it for special occasions. Rem

," Cedric s

ng up. She picked up the tureen. "

e leaned down, bringing the heavy bowl clo

I could hear the venom, "there was a betrothal contract. Betwee

ked back instinctive

d over the rim,

creamed, dropp

lf backward, clutching her foot dramatical

g skin on my own arm. The pain

wasn't lo

his chair, scooping Ja

ot you," he said,

m, stepping over the broken pottery

n't lo