Vows of a Ruthless Mafia Don

the war raging inside her. The weight of the veil pressed against her shoulders, but it was nothing compare

or this moment, sculpted herself into the perfect image of a dutiful bride. But beneath the soft waves of her hair and the careful poise of her shoulders, she was a weapon- one

idor, past guards who barely spared her a glance. This was not a day of joy- it was a transaction, a binding of two crime fam

andlelit church. Rows of powerful men and their elegantly dressed wives filled the pews, th

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hers as she approached, unreadable, cold. The flickering candlelight did nothing to soften the sharp lines of his

sured patience of a predator. Maria Spaletti moved like a queen, her head held high, her steps unwavering

between their families. But Luca knew better. Maria was no lamb. She was a blade wrapped in silk. The moment her

he understood. It was easier t

he air. Luca did not take his eyes off Maria, watching for the slightest tremor, the smallest crack in her

er chin. Luca brushed his lips against hers, a brief,

e game had truly begun. The reception was a grand display of power, a gathering of the most dangerous men in the underworld. C

ide. They were a spectacle, the newlyweds binding two empires, but beneath t

could take a sip, Luca leaned in, his voice a quiet murmur. "Careful, bella

"That would be too obvious. You strike

ement. "You've been thinki

to be pr

gh not with anger. "Goo

letti approached, his expression

ed to Maria. "Don't wander too far, mia

ontellas believed they had won, that this marriage secured their power. They had no idea that