Rescued And Claimed By The Underworld Boss

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dash for the front door, crying out that she w

oice cracking with a pani

him to look at me, needed him to explain the six

n't even

ently shoved me backward with

e Persian rug, and I went flying

the impact. My head whipped back, and the sharp, unforgiving st

cross the side of my neck, and

y skin, and my fingers came awa

of the ruined wedding portrait, but the ja

hout a single ounce of pity in his cold eyes. "Petra suffe

ges of the room turning dark as m

a dangerous, guttural rumble that spoke of his Cosa Nostra origins, "I will

I was bleeding out on his floo

the darkness swallowed me was

Scrub this floor clean immediately-I don't w

smell of cheap bleach a

crowded, noisy ward, a rough, sc

near the privacy curtain,

se whispered. "Her husband rented out the entire

oyalty. Meanwhile, the guys who dropped this on

lipping down my cheek and soaking

e a queen, and discarded his bl

pped open, the metal rings

y ward with the fury

is jaw clenched so tight a

d, leaning over my bed, his

the movement pulling pa

talking about," I rasped,

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it!" he

ost, exposing his faked mafia hit and la

tearing apart his pristine, legitim

said, staring blankly

ng the phone back and glaring at me with pure, un

is voice dropping to a

cause you were crazy and hysterical

spun ar

t agonizing memory of my life to pr

ment, opening the bedroom door to fin

red Silas shoving me out of the way t

nding, world-ending pain, and waking up to th

twisted into a cruel sneer as he prepared his next threat