No Mercy For My Mafia Fiancé

ancé, the most ruthless Mafia Capo, lock

r panic room to protect Bianca, the innocent

me with a crippled leg, years of disgust, and a push off a

reborn to the exact moment th

walk willingly into h

pte

ia

us. A low thrum vibrated up through the mahogany floorboards bef

on my wrist. He began to drag me toward a

on preceded him; a man whose hands were stained with the blood of thr

d pull me into that room, I would lose my legs

from a cliff for the woman who now

iron grip of a killer, or histo

foundations, and a fine dust of pla

a singular, s

ttlenecked at the reinforced steel door, t

le. She is the beautiful socialite of the underworld, the

id voice urging the men to take cover in the corner pan

hat room, my stomach twisting. The in

l integrity of that speci

eamed at the men to jump from the t

the splintered frames to the long drop, a

is entire being focu

ater, his voice from beside my hospital bed: "Do not think you can make me owe you agai

words escaped from somewhere buried-told me he didn't full

sensation of the long fall reced

toward the panic room, and this time, I wo

ill directing the panicked so

lic clang of their boots on the floor was a confirmation

me from the cliff burned in

ouldering his way back through the crow

ng to drag me toward the ba

ng into the floorboards as I foug

irens that the panic

his eyes, dark and void of

ice a low rumble of iron scraping stone.

e, his breath hot

again," he muttered, the words slippin

't know why he said that, but something in his

ut a da

e heel of my shoe into his shin

o high; his grip on m

ower of muscle and fury. He glared

h?" he demanded. "That j

, the sound a splinte

nets and water below is a simpl

of his fury and shouted to the

the panic room loudly and clearly, my vo

e rest of the glass and take

, the chaotic room

. His jaw tightened, as if an invisible warning bell rang somewhere