Betrayed By Him: Marrying The Mafia Ghost

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my bones, the air thick with rot, cheap liquor and the stench of my impending death. Starvation wrack

n the dim bulb's glow, a sickening triumph on her face. Clutched to her skirt is a two-year-old b

, stepping into the damp cellar. "Our man'

de. "A goomah is just a warm bed, Angelica. You'll never be this family's lady." Before s

ings to Marco's leg, the word

h. "An old gunshot wound, you said." Angelica cackles, sharp and gr

ay your gambling debts! I endured Nonna's insults, gave you everything-and you don't even have

co hesitates a split second, then leaves, slamming the door shut. His silence is my death sentence. "We don't want a split," Angelica

ake Michigan," she continues, greed blazing in her eyes. "The world w

ll hunt you-Donna Vittoria will never allow this!" Angelica laughs. "S

who'd signed my death warrant. Dr. Russo lunges, pinning my shoulders to the freezing floor. I thrash and scream, but

on fades to black. But in the suffocating dark, I don't pray for mercy. I swear a blood oath-Vendetta. If I survive this hell, I'll become the monster the