Her Mafia Bodyguard

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nty seconds to elim

ave on. She sounds just like her brother. In control, badass

t, we've all shared

n male. Name: Fazio Vilardo. First born of the Vilardo crime family's Don. He's

Wolf. Target i

azio's head as he steps out of his mansion, heading for

k Lena from Cian, and now the boss is blinded by his hate for the Vilardos, but I can't only think

ut never forget

lue in the criminal unde

rol slips from her voice as our millio

, the great, finally knows what it feels

, and I can sparsely hear her wor

y ass,

e the

mi

inside the building. His men are already scanning building t

s everything into the black duffle bag I have with me. The sound of

an already knows. I dash for the elevator,

breath, sprinting to the

r, searching for it. Time ticks faster than a bat out of hell. Sweat slithers down

trieve the parachute,

just as I jump over

The door before me folds open, and cool air from the window unit licks my heated s

y pissed. That tough as nails look on her face

crosses her arms over her chest

mis

. You nev

's a first time

, talk to me." Her concerned blue eyes find mine. "Because

but they will never understand why I chose to save Vilardos life.

ed a

t will have to hold.

that spans across all of Hell's kitchen. I live in Dublin now, but I

from the tunnel entrance. The noose around my che

ng reliev

settle down, bending forward with my elbows

residing over our American outfits. He's never been the kind to work a suit, but

or relief, Rhys. How'

d all over the Italians, and now we m

h of Fazio Vilardo would have brou

chlan. I have maintained peace with the five families for over a decade. It's a

es we do not want to pi

r. Our codex commands you

d face and thinned lips, and order returns to t

lea

s from my landing with the parachute. It's the craziest thing I have t

pile of bushes while presented with a fifty-fifty chance at

rcle rotates at its centre for a split second.

it

ed me, Wol

e's a sea of rage underneath, but when it's qu

my hands in front of me. "I

Did ye cut a deal

ever do th

. Make a bags of it and look me in the e

en listening to me. I st

rat. Whatever choice I made wou

goon did to her." His tight voice speaks v

heroin domain to two-time. One life equals dozens. Even Renaldi won't ha

for a lo

, Lochlan, but don't bo

een goe

ia

like? He didn't want me out of the clan, though. He jus

cerned about my head. Will her brother have it? But she should k

air down here, but the idea of a drink is no longer on hold. I don't s

tuff doesn't make you

"You sound almos

ot the po

tting a sense of peace wh

esn't want me

rugs, leaning against the wall next

" I g

ds me a paper. "Rhys

r brother will never hand out favours in that state.

a good wor

you, Si

won't be suspicious if the clan'

s enough." I swipe at her wrist,

the flippin t

ive year old and a regular at the Crown nightclub. H

s good craic for

e, looking over her shoulder only once, "F