phin

en Moretti, my lungs burning as I forgot how to breathe. The bleeding stranger f

a fraud, and now, he

with blatant distaste. This had to be Luca "The Viper" Mendoza, Damien's Consigliere. Luca's gaze lingered on the

to mine. There was a strange, terrifying hunger in his gaze-a greedy, consuming fire that stripped me bare. H

sed fingertips brushed against my cheek, tracing the very edge of my fake scar. The touch was agonizin

y lie. He didn't m

ice a low, emotionless verdict that sealed my fate. "Luca, inf

nd. He looked from me to his Don, opening his mouth as if to protest, but

his head. "

doing this? It wasn't mercy. The possessive darkness in

was paraded into the Grand

t a golden glow over the sea of New York's most dangerous elites. The air was thick with

the towering man at my side. Her voice dripped with sickening sweetness

ng to look at her. Instead,

expected a deformed, cruel beast to drag me into the shadows. But looking at Damien-young, breathtakingly han

a twisted, ugly mask of profound regret and venomous jealousy. Her eyes darted from Damien's broad sh

ine, it was lethal. It was a silent, sc

n me to the wolves, and now they were furious that the wolf was a king. I wa

ounded by women dripping in haute couture and diamonds, the plain, understated da