Sold As Spare Parts: Claimed By Him

to marry Enzo, a notorious

ed carpet, hurling illicit photographs at m

was tainted, and pulled out my hidden, "

sessively taking Sienna's hand and

nto a soundproof room, his eyes scanning

e horrifying truth: my mot

cial donor to graft onto his scarred childhood

nd surrendered my youth to pay off

s just to drain my blood, only to hand me over to a m

Don raided the estate, exposing the gruesome underg

ng on her knees in the dirt days la

ned the

rm and got into the Don's car,

pte

nna

n involved the slow peeling of his enemies' skin,

security, she hurled a stack of illicit photographs at my face, screaming

e a stark black-and-white frame of my silhouette leavin

service the crushing medical d

les bore the faint, silvery trace of old teeth marks not to

le champagne flute, dropped by some unseen hand, chim

uits, their hands resting on concealed weapons, their thumbs stro

o drenched in blood that even the ruling

e stillness that the air around

he warmth of his palm bled away, leaving a pressure t

, marched close

ash. They tore off their server vests, revealing themselves as a crew of low-level street muscle

red nail, rose and trembled

e pitched to carry, a thin, reedy instrument of malice. "Sh

and I had to fight the urge to cough

tempt to staunch the wound before Enzo decided to redecorate the

sa's throat, a sound

ianna. I am saving this honorable fa

k to me and looked

She has been passed around the

nothing to do with the room's temperature. The orna

ducation, my sleep, and my yout

ing books in the back room of a mob-run cl

onizing my sacrif

standing behind her. "Tell the Capo what she

his jaw stepped forward, his gaze a

hings a man c

to detail the exact shape of my

timacy, a detail known only to th

th, rustled through the pews, the sound o

he back of my throat,

plying them with details drawn from my medical records,

crossed her arms, a triumphant tightening at the c

zo, my whole body braced for the cold

llow eyes were fixed

nor at the photographs that lit

aw, the bridge of my nose, and t

voids. The muscles around his mouth tightened, not in a smile, but as if suppressing a reflex to bi

ate club. They said a Capo was searching for a woman with a very specific bone structure, a "perfect match" for s

hed a second later, hidden

d so hard my knuck

d, his voice a deep, gravelly comm