THE MAFIA BILLIONAIRE'S SWEET BRIDE

punched him again. My knuckles were cracked with pain, but Tony, as arrogant as he was, took in it without saying anything. He was one of those people who believed he was above feeling pain. Bu

Luca guarded the door, his gaze fixed on Tony's back. Benito leaned against the wall with a younger relative, arms crossed, and Ricardo sat at his desk, looking tired. If I chose, I c

"I warned you, but you caused trouble anyway. If something had happened to

rubbed his jaw, then said, "Left." Sat

d straight for the bathroom. Avoiding the mirror, I turned the shower on full blast and stepped under the hot spray. It hurt. I needed to wash away what had happened today. It reminded me too much of six months ago when I watched s

first time, I considered the potential consequences of Tony's actions following today's disaster. I hurried out of the shower, quickly dried off, and change

ipped as it rubbed against him, sending a strange buzzing feeling through me. Before I could think more, he let me go, and I watched him walk down the corridor. His underboss came by, cold and ind

s office, as if he'd had too many drinks. He was shirtless, his dress shirt wrapped around his hand, and blood dripped on the marble floor. Tony was bi

off the top, took a long sip before sitting down on the island. "Go away, Milene." "You need to see Vito." He was our church's priest, and he knew how to stitch up wounds. Helping others was part of his job. "I'm fin

"You shouldn't." Tony normally had a cocky attitude, but when he smiled-really smiled-his guard dropped, and he appeared charming. I adored this part of my brother, despite the fact that I didn't see him often. It felt as if you had to be strong just to survive in this world. I h

t. "I'm fine, Milene." I sighed and put the phone back on the hook because he stated it in such