The Dead Bride's Vicious Mafia Comeback

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ealing the room like a vault. Isabella stood frozen in the center

up, the rim still warm, and glide

ed, my voice a velvet whisper meant only for h

her sanity. She lunged at me, though the Star

swear to God I will drag this entire family to hell with me! I'll tell the Falcones! I'll go to the FBI! Your laundered accounts, the smuggling at the docks-" She w

ut of the room. Marco violently flinched, his face turning the color of ash. Lena Stark's jaw clenched s

om," Don Silas ordered, his voice a

me, her eyes flashing with pure hatred. "Look what you've done! For your p

the bitter liquid coat my tongue. "You are wrong, Lena. T

ract with the heir of the New York Falcone family. That alliance is the only way the Morettis can secure the East Coast weapon routes. They will absolutely not let Isabel

ssessing me not as a nuisance, but as a calculated asset. Beside him, Aunt Francesca offered a

with an army, but with a single black SUV. Carmela Moretti, Isabe

my eyes and ears. When Sofia returned, her voice was a hushed

ling hands. "But Donna Carmela slapped her. Hard. She told Isabella her stupidity had jeopardized the entire f

est. Isabella had finally realized s

mela held her and made a promise. She said, 'Endure, my daughter. I promise you, before this

mise. According to Sofia, she had screamed that she didn't want to be a breeding mare-s

tis' intent to assassinate me was no

ela Moretti's visit was concluding. I walked out of my suite and h