The Enforcer's Jilted Princess

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my fiancé, Jason Brennan, standing over my agonizing body with a cold, triumphant laugh. Beside him stood Elena Vance-the orphaned

lth, Bella,"* Jason's voice echo

I was forced to watch the Gallos and the Brennans slaughter my fa

ate slowly came into focus. My wedding to Jason was tomorrow. But the terror vibrating in my bones wasn't pre-wedding jitte

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the room, her eyes

ed, my voice trembling wit

left an hour

velvet coat over my nightgown and marched straight

leather hit me instantly. My father, Marco Falcone, the Don of Chicago, sat behind his desk. Be

?" my father demanded, his dark eye

ght now," I breathed, stepping up to his desk. I met the Don's lethal gaze without flinching. "Ta

y, dimly lit hallway of a cheap brick apartment building in the West L

through the thin wooden door

's breathless voice.

n. The Don raised his heavy boot and kicked the flimsy door viol

here they were. My fiancé and my adopted si

na let out a piercing scream, scrambling frantical

hed up to the bed, grabbed Elena by her tangled hair, and delive

nom. "Your father was a loyal Soldier! He bled and died for Marco

ting standoff in the cramped living room. Jason and Elena s

life. Like a fool who fundamentally misunderstood the iron laws of

at my parents, then glared at me with blatant disrespect. "I love her. Elena is swe

away with blood. But the nightmare had burned away any tears I might have shed. I ste

dropping to a dead, chilling calm, "then why di