The Mafia King's Runaway Genius Wife

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smuggling ledgers. Three hours of this relentless agony. I pressed a trembling hand to my stomach, f

rotary phone on the mahogany desk rang,

o's voice came through the receiver, sharp and unyielding as

nuckles turning white. "Eleanor, I'm

me off, her tone dripping with absolute disdain. "Your duty

ick

. I was collateral. A piece of property expe

coat and took the keys to the armored Cadillac. The drive through the rai

ffocating like a lavish funeral. I dragged my aching body towar

of New York, was the center of gravity in any room. But he w

ailored sleeve, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered something. Damien let out a low, genuine chuckl

Mafia Queen, yet I was standing in the cold, watching

s swept the room a

ling irritation. He closed the distance between us, his strides measured and heavy with authority. He d

oice a low, dangerous rumble th

d-" I started, my voice weak fr

atient flick of his wrist

enias washed over me. Giselle materialized at hi

ng his arm again. She turned her gaze to me, her eyes dripping with venomous pity as she

tween my ribs. She didn't wait for my response, turni

asked, her voice loud enough fo

a barely per

ion. A final execu

in my chest. I turned away from the glittering chandelier and the whispers of the elite. Damien fell into step