The Mistress's Name On His Heart

oning my new husband's shirt, I f

jagged l

, the girl I had raised from the

elphia, and our marriage was a b

ized he had already signed a di

didn't stop a

mily dinner with a "peace offer

was death

lawed at Jameson for the EpiPe

e and watched

tated, weighing the life of his mi

e so he wouldn't h

didn

Dons of both families standing ov

o keep his secret, whispering tha

hone to the speaker and played the re

e man who had hesita

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wedding night, trying to ignore the sharp reek of expensive scotch clinging to his skin

as still angry, inflamed, and r

, curs

ainst the white c

Princess of Chicago. Our marriage was supposed to end a decade of bloodshed

I realized he had already

e suite. He was completely wasted. He was the most dangerous man in the city, a Cap

sharply on the

creen was blindingly

text fr

tate. Caren, who I had fed, clothed, and treated like a sister. Car

It helps with the hangover

acity made my

m the phone

chest. The te

t a coin

ns ownership. You brand cattle, and you b

e didn't belong to the Vi

ged to t

d. He reached out, his large hand gripping my wrist. His grip was

led me

the faint, cloying scent of vanilla

" he wh

air between us like

ling a soft, crooked smile I

e mumbled, and then

my mind was sharpening into focus.

poured a glass of water. I de

nd looked at the man who w

ertà. He had brought a

with my phone. The flash was

m and watched him sleep. I didn't cr

evid