Vengeance Of The Reborn Mafia Queen

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to my throat, a line of

ring through my dying mind. As I choked on my own blood in the damp, metallic-smellin

ming in his playroom. *"I don't want a weak commoner

finger at me. *"She forced me to lie to the Don. She wanted to kill Matteo."* My desperate plot to assassinate Dante's eldest son-a seed of

cells, claiming Leo had been shot in a crossfire. Instead of my blee

*"You never deserved him, Siena. You never deserved the crown,"* she hisse

s. Leo. My ten-year-old son stood there, watching his mother bein

med into the suffocating dark, *I will c

lungs screa

nds clawing at a throat that was no longer bleeding

s, my voice raw with pure, unadulterated hatred. "C

d down on my shoulder, pinning me to the

a. Wa

nded absolute obedience. My eyes snapped open, m

he Master Suite. The heavy velvet curtains blocked out the city

over me was D

tress lines that would later age him were gone, and his s

nly five months old, sleeping safely in the nursery down the hall. And tomorrow, my treacherous

His dark, predatory eyes were narrowed into dangerous slits, ana