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cating scent of lilies. The soundproof partition glided up with a soft hum, locking Dante and me

loorboards like a discarded shroud. Outside the tinted windows, the glittering N

on was fixed on a stack of shipping manifests. A foolish, desperate part of me cra

ris?" I asked, my voice

hs. "Paris is canceled," he stated, his tone flat. "I have a house to clean, and certain restless Capo

as bleeding out over the horizon. Dante stepped out first, not bothering to offer a hand. I dragged myself out, th

dn't reach for me. He just looked over

rigid servants stood at attention. "They will smell blood. As my wife, you bleed o

my corset-bruised spine steel-straight. I lifted my

personal touch. In the center sat a massive king-sized bed-an altar I was

ries?" I asked, star

y chest, he continued, "But by tomorrow morning, the Five Families will whisper that the Moretti Don cannot eve

t hammering against my rib

ion. But your body, your loyalty-from the second you signed your name, they belong to the Moretti family. My infidel

the marble tomb of a bathroom

glow of a lamp caught the edge of a heavy metal card. An American

p. My blood t

ate I had sat in the Pierre Hotel and signed the prenuptial agreement that sold my

iliation burned away, leaving behind a sharp, crystalline fury. I slipped the card