The mafia's unwanted wife

er-bound book like a lifeline. Her mind churned with plans, all of them half-formed and

d, ready to snap at Conner for yet another unw

black hair was swept into a sleek bun, and her tailored red dress hugged her figure li

he woman said, her voi

eing her warily

ed lips curling into a smile. "Victoria. Vic

her hand, noting the fir

ht to the point. I like that. I came to see the woman who manag

didn't tie him dow

his style, isn't it? But you're not what I expected. Most women in

most women," Do

ept over her, as though assessing he

ned. "A thre

conspiratorial whisper. "He's used to being in charge, you know. Used to

she kept her expression n

doesn't like loose ends, Donna. And you... you

she refused to let her fear show. "If you're here to threaten me, y

'm not threatening you. I'm war

gain, and Conner entered. His gaze immediatel

d coolly. "What ar

her smile never wavering. "I wanted t

r to Donna, his presence immediately prote

ospitable, Conner." She turned to Donna, her eyes glinting with something unrea

m, her heels clicking against the floor. The tensi

say to you?"

im. "Why? Worried she might have let

nd he took a step closer.

ck. "But it seems like that

something else Donna couldn't name. Conner's gaze dropped to her lips

aid finally, his voice low and

countered, her voice

rned and left the room, lea

aring out at the city as the lights began to twinkle like stars. Her mind repl

oke her thoughts, and

d, carrying a tray of food. She looked n

said softly, setting

trying to put her at ease. "

itated. "Sop

t have to call me 'ma'a

ghtly, but she nodded. "Y

leave, Donna stopped

glancing over he

ut of here? A way

ok her head quickly. "No, ma'am.

he forced a smile. "It's

ed out of the room, leavi

istent. She wasn't just trapped physically-she was

wasn't g

matter how impossible it seemed, s