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st, followed by the sickening sensation of rou

Bolton *Principessa* (Princess),"

sociate* who swept the fl

taught me survival. My blood felt like it was boiling, a literal fire raging beneath my skin, but my mind r

ht him completely off guard, I drove the steel spike downward.

ed him, driving my knee ruthlessly into hi

hissed, pressing

nds clawing uselessly at my

hing and bleeding on the floor. He woul

to a lethal degree. This wasn't a simple sedative. The rapid heartbeat, the suffoc

s fixed on my fiancé with naked, venomous ambition. She didn't just want to ruin my reputation and steal my

. *Vendetta*. She w

, I had t

use. I threw my entire weight against the frosted iron door, hauling it open.

tless, his heavily scarred chest rising and falling in shallow, rigid breaths. He radiated

he grou

d by whatever chemical agony he was enduring, Demetrius Maddox, the Don of the Maddox fa

my brain to ash. He was freezing. I w

l promise in his d

A violent hiss escaped his lips as my feverish skin met his icy flesh-a twisted, agonizing relief for us bo