Revenge Of The Jilted Mafia Bride

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egacy, had stared down a Capo and refused to bend. In the suffocating darkness of my room, her defiance was a

ould use her as a pawn, and the Gallos would slaughter them for the Brooklyn doc

sound tearing at my dr

ain pen and a sheet of parchment from the des

. It was a direct, undeniable order. If I died, Enzo was to immediately unlock my hidden Swiss accounts-two hundred thousand dollars the Don didn't know about-and mobilize my rem

heaving from the exertion, and pu

d," I told him, my voice d

ly folded it and placed it over his heart. "I w

the room no longer feeling like a grave. I was no l

ella

. I barely remembered the cab ride to St. Ignatius Academy. I burst through the wrou

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the statue of the Virgin Mary. Luca's lip was split, blood trickling dow

e with a manic, humiliated rage. He shook Luca by the collar. "Tell t

atisfaction. The rumors of her infidelity had already reached the Five Families, and Leo

iva at Leo's polished shoes. "You ar

d jacket and pulled a switchblade, press

e manicured grass, but a shadow

. With a sickening crack, Enzo's heavy boot connected with Leo's wrist. The knife clatter

g my coat, but he refused to cry. I kissed his bloody forehead, a lethal, freezing calm washing over

rt to the thigh holster. The *stiletto* (dagger) slid f

reasonable," he stammered, his bravado vanishing the moment he faced actual

ourtyard. I stepped around Enzo, the tip of my blade pointed directly at Leo's chest. "This is