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. The engine of the Ferrari screamed, a mech

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ldn't d

e soft place I landed when the blood and the business became too much. She wouldn't marry

steering wheel until m

ng, El.

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detail was swarm

the metal screeching against concrete. I threw t

shouted, stepping in my pa

med a shoulder into his chest, sending him st

st. A deep, resonant chord

nkincense and thous

e back of the nave. My br

York Outfit was here. The bosses, th

end of the long ai

it. Tall, broad, radiating a cold po

toward him

as backless, plunging low, exposing the cre

snagged on s

r shoulder blade.

ramed by the lace, display

gh the pews as I s

Matteo's mistress all along,

ckled. "Look at her. She's walking t

ere twisting around

step. She didn't look bac

!" I s

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a st

ound. She just pau

ting down the aisle. "Y

altar when a wall o

ehind him, Matte

apels. His face was purple with rage. "Yo

g to shove past him. "She's m

epping out from the front pew. Her eyes were

ooking past them at Elena's

r. "If you take one more step, Dante, I will hav

fr

t was the only thing that could pi

tanding next to Matteo now.

e. His expression

atteo said t

my father's grip, and watched the woman I love