His Unwanted Wife: The True Mafia Queen

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dark velvet curtains blocked the New York skyline behind bulletproof glass, suffocating the room in shadows. I st

nted Don of the family, did

faint, jagged outline of a wolf tattoo peeked out from his collar,

hrough the floorboards. "Diana Rodriguez might have forced this political theater to keep me on a l

eading down to the basement to manage his private military

let out a sharp breath. Her hand hovered over the concealed holster beneath he

nd veil. "A Don who feels cornered is unpredictable. Besides, we have bigger problems wa

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Collins's trusted associate. She stood in the doorway of the

s," Joleen announced. "The traditional Family Coffee is can

ase my authority on day one and lock

shing with lethal intent. I placed a

with aristocratic sympathy. "Ashlynn, please escort Jol

e periphery. Her demure, quiet smile perfectl

heavy, gold-cornered custom case sitting next to my dowry safe. I popped the l

eel grounding me, and handed

ds in the corridor, two inside the lounge. The door is heavy maho

of my pristine morning dress. "L

. Outside Gwen's private lounge, I paused. Through the thick wood, Gwe

," Gwen was complaining bitterly, "while Doris gets to para

hlynn a s

ed kick right at the locking mechanism. The wood splintered with a deafening

drew their Glocks, leveling the black muzzles with terrifying precision at Gwen's stunned security d

ive leather sofa, an espresso cu

ood, my posture immaculate, my

ce of the room amplifying my voice. "I heard you were u