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reathing of her stunned security detail. Britney's Glock remained perfectly lev

hogany of her doors and the black muzzles pointed at her men. She opened her mouth, likely to

oug

in-law possessed the elegant, silver-streaked features of a man who had chosen

said, his tone mild but carrying an undeniable weight. "Doris and Exa will hear of this humilia

. Her hands curled into

ess methods-before he respectfully stepped back, adhering t

raised a si

ough their stances remained lethally alert. I stepped further int

ound you, Gwen." I gestured to the room. "Your son is the Don. He holds the power of life and death over New York. Yet Exa keeps you cage

he raw truth hitting h

eneath her. She favors Doris's old money and legitimate disguises. But I am a Golden. I have the political machinery and the aristocratic bloodline you lack." I stopped in f

lly found a proper target. The realization dawned in her eyes-I wasn't a pampered Co

hidden wall safe behind a painting. Her hands trembled slightly as she spun the dial. She pu

ened the cold stones around my wrist.

ped, her voice ring

ing near the doorway, scra

blast to all Capos and core members," Gwen ordered, her eyes l

hlynn a s

's lethal glare dissolved into a soft, submissive gaze. Ashlynn lowered he

. She looked from my perfectly innocent maids to the splintered

ith aristocratic concern as I adjusted the emeralds on my wrist. "The deadbol

rkened with fresh, venomous hatred-not for me, but for th