da

. Sitting in the dim corner of the Moreno drawing room, I practiced stripping the warmth f

allowed the black-market fertility

ringing her hands. "Dante Blackwell is notoriously p

thought she had cheated death. "Don Booker and his Bratva are pushing the borders. The Unde

s in my posture and the chilling emptiness in my gaze had only amplified my natural beauty, giving me a fatal, unto

e Blackwell Family's bulletproof Rolls-

omised Aurelio and Blanca, her v

, inhaling the faint, metallic scent of gunpow

like a fortress of nightmares. Instead of the Main Iron Gates, the convoy veered toward the heavi

bars of the main entrance. "One day, my son

ly following the guard

old. Before the night's selection, every new Collateral was req

er my cheeks. I dulled the natural glow of my skin and pulled my dark hair into a messy,

furrowed in deep confusion. "Signorina... Kelsey is down the hall drenching he

hreatening girl in the mirror. "A perfect imitation of his ghost won't seduce him; it will

was a calculated flaw. Supp

Wing was thick enough to choke on. I knew Kelsey

against the marble floor. A Capo appeared

thouse," he announced, his voice carrying

Kelsey gasp, a sharp sound

tionally pathetic. He chose me because of the medical file attached to that dossier. Someone had manipulated the psychological e

lian W

he skirt of my simple dress, I stepped out of the room