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er Suite into the morning of my third day as a Collins. It was the day of the traditiona

be pitied. I dispatched Britney ahead of me. "The Don is managing a sudden Commission crisis," my fierce Soldier

in into my car. Wearing a custom tailored suit and a permanent scowl, my young brother-in-l

enera Rodriguez's only son had been brutally assassinated at a rival underground club. The streets were painted red, and the terrifying whispe

te, standing in Gwen's private lounge. My mother

Kiana will move into the East Wing Villa. The Elder is

is a bold move," I murmured, adjusting my haute couture shawl. "Especially considering the Eas

tatus piercing her sensitive pride. Enraged, she stepped closer, her voice trembling. "You will ge

truth. Jacob Collins was not a man

e empty bed. Instead, I locked the bulletproof doors and spent my days on the opulent Italian rug with Ashlynn, stripping Glock micro-pistols

turning from my daily respects at the West Wing, I chose to cut

ng of damp earth and rare orchids. As I ro

g up at him, her face flushed, likely pleading forgiveness for her hysterical stunt at his military base weeks ago. The Don-the ruthless killer who had

rom beside me, her hand instantly

f jealousy, no shattered heart. There was only the col

nnot erase," I whispered back, my voice completely devoid o

dows. I needed to return to the Master Suite to plan my next move, but the board was shifting too fast. I gav