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arming the humid air that was thick with the scent of damp earth and blooming orchids. For the first time in days

loe asked, her bright

hind at the Moretti estate. Julian and his friend, Gio Rossi, lounged on the rattan sofas nearby. I needed this. I needed to p

erature in the

loud swallowing the sun. Rocco Gallo, his massive Enforcer, flank

le. "Careful, Nate. If you look at another man's wife like that, you migh

I fixed Gio with a dead, icy stare. "Don't mistake a functioning circulator

reath, his face flushing

n threat radiating from my husband was so thick it was hard to breathe. He despised the intimacy

ou too," Julian ordered, his voice tight. Within seconds, they

he boxed me in against the wrought-iron plant stands. His dark gaze dropped to the V-ne

, dangerous rumble that vibrated in my chest. "Or have you b

he brand you left the night you dragged me out of the West Wing?" I spat back,

rage so absolute it made my pulse hammer against my ri

I said, my voice ringing with a desperate finality. "The c

is eyes. He didn't believe me. He thought this was just another move on a che

ear, sending a violent shiver down my spine. "And a Moretti always finis

, turning on his heel and striding ou

definitive death sentence. I pressed a shaking hand to my flat stomach. If I were to carry his heir, that coffin wo