The Mafia King's Wife Must Die

d had seventeen minutes left to kill me

o old in our marriage that I had stopped feeling it, the way you stop feeling a ring until someone asks you to take it off. The lamp was still burning. Beneath a stack of

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tapled to the corner, along with a sheet of instructions about where I would be and when, mapped out with a precision that made my skin crawl. At the

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, against every warning I'd been given, started to love. Everyone in Italy knew what Dante Moretti was capable of. His enemies vanished, his rivals surrendered, and the men who defied him regretted surviving long

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k hair disordered in a way it never was in public. His face gave me nothing. His eyes went from my face to the page in my hand, and something moved behind them

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looked away. That was all the confirmation I needed. I backed up a step and pressed th

carpet lay between us, a

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id through his teeth

t through the window and glass rained across the floorboards, and then his body was over mine, one arm cradling my head, th

ehead against mine. "Whatever ha

an trust him again. Instead I caught myself gripping his jacket with both ha

n, blood spreading through his shoulder. "Boss. The

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ckwards into the dark, and