She Returned: A Mafia Boss's Nightmare

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champagne glasses sat half-empty on the nightstand, and the sheets were a battlefield of tangled linen. This ro

drawers. Everything that was mine-my clothes, my books, my art supplie

d to a halt directly in my path. The driver's window slid down, revealing a woman of chilling b

erate smile. Then her foo

ic and the low murmur of voices. My leg

t cry. It was an accident." It wa

t his attention. He was by my side in an instant, his re

y permission?" he demanded, his

e?" I choked out, nodding toward the woma

Moretti," she said, her voice dripping with condescending sweetness as she looked me over like a p

ling with a rage that barely held me toge

ed consequences. "This is a Family matter. We don't involve outsiders.

take her home. He left me there, alone in the sterile white room, t

l bakery across town, but it wasn't the peace offering that caught my attention. It was

"This marriage is a political alliance. A contract to secure a truce. Once she gi

x, the cherished possession to be tak

o the man I didn't recognize. "I have to go. Urgent Family business." He kiss

e VIP suite on the floor above mine. I watched as he stepped into the room and wrapp

king her hair. I saw his lip

inally reached me, sharp and clinical. Mrs. Moretti had