The Capo's Deadly Bride

jet's engine filled

chair, Marco Donato's fingers moved s

cked on the screen, his ex

uscular physique filled the seat with an effortless grace, his black hair st

cast sharp shadows across his face, e

his family, and just then, the d

re with an athletic build, Gino always bow to Marco, thou

y in respect. "Boss, is the

e replied in a low, authoritative to

n to his work. Minutes passed, the only sound being the quiet clicks of the k

time revealing the hostess. Her figure was flawle

glass of fine red wine,

table. The neckline of her blouse slipped down slig

icked toward he

eduction so many women tried aroun

immediately, showing n

e wave of his hand, he g

disappointment flickering in her eyes, but she

lashed a forced smile,

sip of the wine, his focus still o

ood City tomorro

ng the laptop wit

s he turned his gaze toward the jet window. The world outside was a blur

ng slightly, "I'm back home... away from work a

with all its familiar comforts and sexual

rate, or simply willing to do anything to gai

cleared, revealing the city's t

d as he leaned forward to finish hi

, Ashwood City would be

-

outside, admiring the steady stream of

curls as she adjusted her leather

by her fitted jeans and low-cut top, her

filled with the aroma of

the background as patrons sipped the

any other popular café in Ashwo

el eyes scan

shot into a cup while Ruby cleaned tables, her quick, playful

but it wasn't just their looks that made them stan

he wooden floor as she made her way insi

her voice low but sw

ded with a

reached the counter, then leaned casually aga

p of coffee, but others... others h

nto a slow rhythm before casually tappi

kshelves, and with a low whirr, a section of t

h motioned for Helen a

ide, and the wall closed be

ark contrast to the cosy

weapons, training equipment, and sleek le

ghts illuminated the walls, cast

he cool surface of the table. "They come for the coffee,"

d raised an eyebrow. "And

lah said simply, h

rience working in cafés, but more importantly

st of our regulars are clients. They need some

er. "And to think people just assume

r expression unreadable for a mom

stance. "I guess I'm in," she said, her