Reborn To Ruin The Mafia Don

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ly lit suite at the top of the Elysium Casino. Beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows, the neon lights of the city bled into

of the man pinning me

he Dark Don of th

iving rhythm designed to sweat the poison out of my veins. His hands, rough and calloused fr

ted against my chest. His obsidian eyes were lethal, burning

ind fractured by the drug, b

ella," he demanded

tearing from my throat in a b

of a physical blow, shattering the last remnants of the drug. An

entirely impossible-crashed into

shadows, a fake savior bleeding from a staged wound, w

estate. The Dark Don dragging me away from Julian, declaring

d with sniper bullets. My sweet sister Sophia, dumped naked in a filthy alley with a needle in her arm. The Fa

d car crash that killed Damien's mother. The agonizing screams of his little s

nd desperate to save me, only to find my trap. The look of profound betrayal in his eyes as I

osalie's triumphant laughter echoing above the surface as she held me

like a vulture to unleash a merciless Vendetta. Watching him slaughter Julian and Rosalie, bu

ide open as I was violently

The sweat on my ski

ng. My heart

agonizingly, I turned my head. Damien was pulling away from me, his broad, heav

the very night my des

sheets up to my trembling collarbones, staring at the broad shoulders of the man I had killed in another life. He didn't look back

ne. The nightmare of my past life was over, but as I watched Damien dial a number