Betrayed By The Queen: A Don's Revenge

undisputed underworld throne to build my

male secretary breaking in

ing Omertà, Lucia shielded him behind h

ike a street thug

paranoia and threatened to freeze my

s emerald heirloom, she protected him again, telling m

e torture I had willingly endured in a cartel ba

upportive husband, taking bullets and laun

mpire to a treacherous parasite, dismis

an eternal blood oath to protect, feeli

nd cold clarity as I realized my s

oath is d

d every cent of the blood money backing

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how the table's cold condensation left a damp film on my for

e on the East Coast, a man who had once ended fifteen rival bosses in

te nine hundred circuits. I did not feel the chill

the rat who had just tried to steal my family's blood legacy

rld, washing my hands of blood to build Lucia a pristin

a quiet, supportive hus

ian, breaking into my private encrypted files, sea

t, unforgivable

low-point bullet between his eyes and d

rning, handcuffed to a streetlamp outside while I waited fo

oor swung open on

gner trench coat, her eyes blazing with a famil

g, tightening the corners of he

m freezing all access t

he bare concrete walls did

cle of us and ruining th

my shadow falling a

of the woman I had once sworn a

the restricted Salvat

w, a vibration fel

pact severed tonight if you refuse t

rittle laugh, dismissing

rational an

of the interrogation room, her steps echoing

out into the bi

ndow, letting the wind cut across my face, thoug

ugh the side mirror. I gave a single, sharp nod. The Capo immediately grabbed Ju

wrinkled, playing the role of the inno

e car, and tears began to trace pat

ot let him ruin you

ng fingers gripping the ed

if you have to. Just do not fracture the Fam

t of the car, placing her ow

n door, her chest heaving with a

your honor

me, and the sound seemed t

organize our tax files, and you treat h

taken, the accounts laundered-all of it felt like a stack

of the Maserati, le

ghts cast long shadows

, my footsteps heavy and deliberate

ifting her chin to challenge me, ex

her cheek. The sound was flat and ugly in t

clutching her face, where a red imprint

the tips of my shoes, his breath held in anticipation

ons on your p

es back to the woman

oath is d