The Dark Don's Captive Mafia Queen

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burgundy velvet curtains sealed us off from the bitter Chicago night, turning this sprawling mahogany suite in

ts, a violent gasp tearing from her throat. Her che

th the cold reality of our arrangement. But the moment

from her very soul. But beneath it was something that twisted the knife in

r into my dark world, and this was my reward. She wasn't just afraid of me; she was utterly repul

ded the Chicago underworld. I did not stand around to be looked at with suc

on her. I would leave her to her tremb

und the cold brass

on

he tearful beg of a frightened captive. It was a command-cold, sharp

ave no patience for your h

oice rang out, steady and chillingly clear, "I wil

ndle tightened until my

of our world, "exactly how the true Don of the Moretti family has imprisoned and shamed a Bel

own on the room,

.* Blood

inis were the oldest, most lethal bloodline in the mot

seconds ago evaporated, replaced by a surging, dangerous adre

en defiance. The terrified, trembling girl from the nightmare was gone. In her place sat

ought I knew about the creature I had locked in my bedroom. She had just for