The mafia's unwanted wife

r mind a storm of thoughts. The cold glass pressed against her fingertips, groundin

ed in her mind, each warning laced with a venom that hinted at something far more dangerous benea

loor as she made her way to the door. The penthouse was quiet, the k

was, but she hoped the vastness of the place would keep him far from her. She mov

an air of secrecy that seemed to seep from its very walls.

art pounding in her chest. What if Conner caught her? What if Victoria's warnings w

The room was dimly lit, the glow of the city skyline casting lo

Most of it was business-related-contracts, financial statements, the kind of information t

a small, leather-bound journal tucked inside. Her fingers c

n consumed by control and vengeance. There were mentions of her fat

there was

d on the words written in C

pawn in the game. But un

words. To Conner, she wasn't a perso

or somethi

r hands as Conner stepped into the room. His face

d, taking a step

"You don't think I noticed the moment you stepped out of your room?

giving way to anger. "Then why let

deliberate, like a predator closing in on its pre

aying a game, Donna. You think you can outmaneuver me. But you can't. Every mov

hin lifting defiantly. "Y

belong to me, whether you like it or not. And the so

, even as her heart race

us whisper. "Because fear isn't what I want

steady despite the chaos ins

something else in his eyes-something almost vulnerable. But it was gone

s desk. He picked up the journal, slipping it b

n was unreadable. "Go back to your room

clenched at her sides. "What ar

he didn't answer. Instead,

voice leaving no

er mind raced as she made her way back to her room. She didn't know what Conner's next

control her, he was i