My Birthday Surprise Husband Is A Mafia Lord

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his hands resting on the well decorated staff carved out of

a tender kiss on my cheek. His warmth filled me

ouldn't help but feel a slight wave of unsettlement. I didn't know why but someh

ses. His wealth and influence followed me everywhere, casting a long shadow over my life. Even though I was

lent demeanor would have frightened anyone else, but I was accustomed to my father's world-a world where men in blac

aving a tug of war with the ex

ather has always reminded me that certain things were not meant

y was a day of joy as I was on the ver

I couldn't help but exhale, the uneasiness was still there but

t thing I noticed was the empty lot, I w

ng up behind us, and my heart sank when I recognized it as one of my three step-brothers'. Antonio, my i

e they d

r, but my attention was on Antoni

re I could press him, Antonio cu

ather said, taking my hand and guiding me toward a private jet. The unfamiliar badge on the jet on

d my father handed me a key that look

e said, his voice soft

hrieked, unable to contain my excitement. I threw myself into his arms, tears of joy

s voice sliced through my ha

mbling with anger. "Are you such a brat that you can't go a day wi

usement only deepening my rage

ther, silently pleading for him to deny it. Bu

ick Italian accent betraying t

started, but the words felt li

g to rationalize his betrayal. "I can't be mad b

d back, and Antonio's moc

sked, dread filling ev

at part of 'it's your wedding da

rked, cutting him off.

he muttered before leaving, but the damage was done. I was alone, su

he grasped my hands, forcing me to focu

e heavy with resignation. "This marriage is the only way to stop the blood

of his words crashin

even know it," he said, his voice breaking as he stepped a

sbelief. How could he do this to me? How could

me toward the jet. I fought back, but one of them lost patience and threw me over his s

of Antonio, his eyes gleaming with victory as

spiraling as it became clearer and clearer

ad learned from my father, it was that composur

the mansion I grew up in as a child. The Gneros were clearly wealthy beyond measure. The men handed me off to

the house. My heart pounded as I realized this might be my chance. If I could

I ran, and my heels clicked furiously on the marble floors. I rea

s immediately drawing attention of everyone in

, his voice smooth but his eyes holding s