A Bride For The Mafia King

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. He always struck me as a lost cause.

man who turned

stop to listen. I don't care. They'll figur

soft, Brother?"

with a response. He knows b

e house. I've only been back a few times since my return from the dead. C

nd I stop to glance at the pieces that have been uncovere

don't mean much to me. But I move to the one of my mother. M

inherited them but that's wher

hers and my sister inherited. They'

s on my skin as I stare at the painting,

they didn't sp

don't remember a fucking thing. My own mother an

ing to Antonio. Antonio is the reasona

ll alive,” Antonio mutters, o

n manage it. Barely. I move past the painting, through the living room toward

Cal?” Diamente asks

covering details most want to keep hidden, was a frie

ndows, some still devoid of

gory Esmeralda a

e he wants to know why

," he

led them all. Finish

r between us. Every time I look at him, I

't here when

y. In my time. This i

I'm going to get something to eat

windows. “This project will be finished to

here I

dition my father made at my mother's request. It was too dark for her otherwi

s hated the dark. Got depressed in wi

Gave his enemies an easy target because the bullet proof glass that was to be pu

er who betrayed us. Who had a

m the families tomorrow. Everyt

they take

nando Mancini would have you believe. That they missed two

out of the way and that you've returned to take your rightful place

b

Fernando. We still have the ma

're either with me or against me. Th

ther went wrong. This is where he made th

e. Are you staying

o, not tonight. I'm mee

. I'll see

s ready. I toss my tie aside, unbutton my shirt and tug it out of my slacks. I lo

d I turn to watch a soldier ma

a Esm

er of Edgar

there's something about her that's got me c

e's gorgeous. A fuck should take care of it. Sink my cock into h

ses her. He did have a pretty firm grip but I'm sure it was be

outside. Not that I need him to manage her. I can hand

er on her knees at my feet again begging me t

irs or from her fight with the soldier. Not

my head. I follow her eyes as they take me in, her eyebrows knitting together momentarily, forehead wrinkli

e there's something in those honey-colored eyes I

against everything I

ck tha

thing special about this one. She makes my

efu