From Broken Vessel To Mafia Queen

assassin's bullet to protect my Mafia b

od, swearing I wou

sweetheart in Italian: "My wife is a useless ves

nd him, not knowing I used to

eight-week-old miracle was c

will never s

your promises. I

ever cross paths again

pte

champagne for his childhood sweethe

ou are the only one who can bring a hea

slender hand on

we shouldn't talk like this. What about Sienna

sweeping over me as if I wer

nderstand a wo

I couldn't

I used to be an excell

t an eight-week-old little life was curr

he godfather of the Cosa Nostra, the most powe

already painted the streets of Ma

ticians, judges, a

en of high status bow the

year-old body to block a bullet ai

maged my uterus, leavin

blood at the hospital, vowing

watching him look at Alessia with an incredibly tender ga

aughing and talking, building a mutual wall between m

cramp tore thr

inding the sleeve of Julian's

ling from the physical pain. "I need

k off my hand, his eyes

ng for the man who had crowned me his Mafia Queen,

ogant boss who treat

rward with a sicke

king undertone. "We were so caught up reminiscing about the past t

straight, fighting the nau

h a cold smile. "You play the role of the Don's wi

d, her eyes filling with ca

ore returning to a calm demeanor, speaking in fluent Italian again. "She

nd us seemed to thin; even the distant c

his massive frame to back

pped harshly. "Your pathetic jealousy is ruining the synd

k on the ceiling blu

othing compared to the massive, sile

gr

he regre

rious?" I a

isgust. "Get out of my sight, or I'

t turning cold