The Mafia King's Runaway Ghost Bride

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He wrapped his arms around Marco and me, his usually imm

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halfway down the steps, his sharp, calculating eyes widening in absolute

eeks, tracing my features frantically as if terrified her fingers would pass through a ghost. Her thumb br

She collapsed against me, pull

d, my voice cracking with confusi

in my hair. "It's a miracle, Bella. God gave

I sat in his oversized leather armchair, scrubbed clean and dressed in a

ked gently, though his eyes were d

murmured, rubbing my aching temples. "

today, a fisherman found you by the Adler Planetarium steps. A stile

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d image flashed behind my eyelids: the lake, burning like liquid fire under a setting

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ead. "The sunset... some

ask slipping to reveal the terrified father beneath. "Go

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d shut behind my sister, the frag

said, his voice dropping to a lethal register. "First, absolute Omertà. If anyone in t

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has gone mad since her 'death'. If the Wraith finds out she is breathing, he won't return her to

, my mind already calculating the

informants. Marco, rally your best Soldiers.

nd my father and I would have to walk into the social club and play the grieving family on the anniv

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. Exhaustion dragged me under the moment my

ffocating, lined with freezing silk. A co

toxicating scent of whiskey, expensive cologne

y forehead, my eyelids, my cheeks. The kisses were agonizingl

ear, his voice a broken, obses

ma(my soul)... my

anded itself into my very core, leaving me shi