From His Shadow To Her Throne
s she walked down the dim hallway of Dominic Russo' s water
years, building his empire in Po
r, his strategist, the woman
age, a shared throne, on
another "consolidation
e heavy oak door slightly
onfident, was a sound she knew
while I built this," Dominic was saying, a dismiss
one of his lieuten
ith Chloe Miller is
es from the doorknob. Ch
ed, a cold, un
terling needs to see a legitimate fa
ped, but she h
She' s a good tool, a damn effective one, but she' s
h hitched
ices... they were for the business. Sh
ly Marco, piped up, "But boss
he' s my girl, sure, but marriage? To someone who knows where all the bodies are buried,
is words like s
ime for a new chapter, a more ref
her worth after a decade of unwavering devotion,
e this, of 'them against the world,' of a future w
n his word, crumbl
een her core, her defi
lued every risk she' d taken, every command she' d f
eady to be discarded for a shinie
tarting deep inside, burni
she was j
sharp a tool could be when it
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