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od in the hallway, a smug, entitled smirk plastered across

the South Side docks. You bypassed my explicit orders regarding the new boot

cal weight, the pure, unadulterated killing intent of the true Dark Don bleeding into the air. He took a

leys are r

the suffocating tension,

the silk stockings Damien had just put on me. "If you run that route

ant rage. "What the hell are y

tly cutting off his words and slamming him against the doorframe. "Speak to her like t

er. The drop scheduled for midnight on Thursday is a sting operation. Let them have the route, Damien.

ely on me. The murderous rage in his gaze had morphed into a dark, consuming fascination. Leo, pale

jawline. I was no longer just a captive in his gilded ca

g, sweet scent of Black Baccara roses. I stood in the estate's immaculate gardens, a pa

gravel announc

tured tears. She reached for my hands, her face a mask of tragic devo

mly pulled my hands from her gras

t's Stockholm syndrome, Izzy! Julian is heartbroken. He told me he's not ashamed of you,

p *snick*. I turned to face her fully, tilting my

t of him to c

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thal whisper, "why my fiancé discusses his deepest feel

jagged pieces on the white pebbles between us. She opened her mouth to speak, but her throat worked uselessly around the sud