The Syndicate Heir Begs For My Love

Chapter 4

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chest hard. "Yes. Ar

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d only allowed Julian to keep it in his penthouse because he'd once claimed the story helped him sleep-the onl

wave of fury

Julian. **Why did you give my property

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shaking hands, so I clutched it to my chest and marched out of t

or, the heavy mahogany

s throwing my belongings out the door-spare clothes, cha

he roared when he saw me. "I c

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ally gathering my scattered belongings from the floor. The clothes. The c

utched the pile to my chest, a

pped outside, th

nted toward the main gates, soaked instant

unded the pave

of his grip spun my entire body on the slick pavement. My arm

hair to his forehead. He grabbed both my sho

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d my own throat bloody. "Just tell me your choice

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od perfectly still in the pouring rain, par

disappeared i

om his soaked pocket and dialed his lead enforcer. His voi

et that book b

s a single scratch on it, I will burn her fa

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“I loved Julian Falcone for eighteen years. He was the future Don of the Cosa Nostra-ruthless, calculating, and the only man who could dismantle an entire cartel with a single phone call. I was the daughter of his family's Consigliere, raised in his shadow, molded into the perfect mafia princess. When his mother announced our betrothal at a syndicate dinner, I held my breath and looked across the table at him. Julian turned his head. The look he fixed on me was one of profound, physical revulsion. He dragged me to a club that night-not for a dinner, but to use me as a human shield against his mother's surveillance. He ignored me for hours while his crew laughed and drank. He gave my most treasured possession to another woman. He left me standing alone on a curb after his convoy drove away without me. And on a mountain retreat, hidden behind the pines, I heard him tell his crew he was relieved to finally be rid of me. So I took a pen to my university applications. I scored out the life I'd planned around him until the paper tore beneath the pressure. I secretly enrolled at a local college-somewhere he would never set foot. Three years later, I had built a fortress around my broken heart. A new life. A new name in circles he didn't control. Then I discovered the truth. Julian Falcone never went to his prestigious university. He spent thirty-six months at the exact campus I had abandoned-waiting for a ghost. And now he's found me. ---”