Mag-log inQUINN “What do you mean…forever?” I hated the way the words left my lips in a desperate whisper. Like a thirsty plea. Luciano took a step towards me, wincing and clutching his side. The bleeding had trickled to a considerable extent. In fact, he seemed fine, except for a wince here and there. “I'll divorce you, properly.”I scoffed and folded my arms over my chest to hide the sudden tremors. “You really think you're Lord over my life, don't you? You do with it whatever you please, whenever you please? Pick me up whenever you wish and toss me to the side when you get bored?” His face remained impassive as he watched me. I hated him so much right then. Not just for the fact that he was an asshole who was also technically my murderer, but also because he did not seem to care about his wife at all. “I know you think I'm a jerk. I don't care, anyway. All I care about is keeping you safe.”“Ha!” I threw my head back in a bitter laugh. “You know, it's funny. Coming from you.”He shook
QUINNYou said you would protect me. It was the first thought in my head as my skull cracked hard against the marble floor. Pain instantly flooded my vision, colliding with the dread that filled me.Luciano said he would protect me. And here I was, about to lose my life again because I made the stupid, impulsive decision to protect him instead. He’s a supernatural being, for God’s sake. Why did I not just let him handle this? And where the hell is everyone? Oh. I forgot Luciano rented out the entire diner for the period we were supposed to be here. So of course. There was no one to come to our aid right now. But what about local cops? Some security guards or something?The chaos going on in my head was violently ripped off when I felt hands on my neck. Big, fat hands that wrapped around my throat like a cobra and snapped the air from my lungs. “You stupid bitch!” The big man’s saliva flew in my face. “Think you can take me on, huh?!”I gagged and gurgled, my arms flailing as I t
QUINNI had barely registered the warning when his body fell over mine with an overwhelming force and sent us both tumbling to the ground with a loud thud. The sound of shattering glass filled the air in the background, somehow muffled by Luciano’s large arms wrapped around me. The sporadic shooting continued, but I felt safe, far away from it. Because Luciano was next to me. Holding me close like I was the most precious thing to him in the world. If only he knew who I really was inside this body. Would he still protect me like this?“Are you okay?” His soothing whisper reverberated through my body, reminding me yet again of that night I fell for him on that bridge. He was a total stranger back then, Quinn. That was before you knew the evil he was capable of! Glass fell around us. In a thousand splinters, I could tell. But I did not feel a single prickle from a cut or the force of being hit, and I knew it was thanks to the fact that I was thoroughly covered with Luciano’s large b
QUINNThe haze disappeared as soon as my skull cracked forcefully against a hard surface. A wail of agony tumbled past my lips as sharp, blinding pain shot through my head and spread down to my neck and my back. Panting hard, I looked around to find myself trapped in an askew position. Caught in the halved trunk of a bow-shaped shrub. Hanging upside down. My breathing was uneven, loud and raspy. I retched up even more of what was leftover from my first glaring fuck up. Tears rolled down my eyes alongside the other slimy liquid. Down the sloppy forest where I would have slipped and died if my dress hadn't caught onto this trunk.“God,” I murmured, hating the bitter taste in my mouth and itching to rinse it out. “I should not have gotten into the trunk of his car in the first place. I cannot believe this is the moment where I accept that he's right and I'm wrong. Fuck.”On and on I rambled. I could only remember bits and pieces of the last few hours. And they were not pleasant memor
LUCIANOBig men standing above 6ft glared at my wife and I as they circled us in Dante Tallavera's tennis court, cats ready to pounce on mice. But what they did not know was that in fact…I was far from a mouse. I was the threat they never saw coming. My fingers involuntarily tightened around Lilith's soft and slender ones cocooned inside. I looked over at her. She was smiling up at me with rosy cheeks and glazed-over eyes. Fuck. If she kept looking at me like that, I wouldn't be able to stop myself. I feared I would jump right over and snatch her up, rip her dress right here—after I'd gouged out everyone else's eyes—and drop hot, wet kisses all over her face and neck.It was what I craved at the moment…and the thought stiffened my cock in my pants.I cleared my throat and steeled my mind to act right and stop thinking dirty thoughts. “Are you ready?” She wiggled her brows at me. “For?” I lifted my gaze and swept it around the faces surrounding us. The men had guns pointed at us,
LUCIANO“Holy shit! This place is huge.”Lilith looked around the wide tennis court in awe, like she hadn't seen anything like it. Meanwhile…her father had about three in his name. Just what was up with her? I really should not have let her take the coke. “Oh thank you, goddess,” Dante sang, beaming at her glowing face. “You've got an eye for luxury.”She flashed him a too-wide, open-toothed grin. “Have I now?” “Absolutely!” Laughing heartily, they both tumbled further into the court. They were both over the moon. Dante did not hesitate to hit a line before the game they were about to play. Just what was she thinking, offering to duel him? My only thought now was to leave with her, as I’ve seen how much of a bad idea it was to come all the way here for a business deal.There were so many others I could deal with. But for some reason, I'd come all this way to do business with a shady man. Like it was extraordinarily orchestrated, and I was engineered into making a foolish decisio
Luciano “Did you go in my room while I was away?” I asked Vale as we both walked into the high-walled, buzzing casino in the heart of Chicago. “No. Why?”I couldn't shake the feeling that someone had been in my room, but I was too exhausted to think too much of it. I've had the feeling, a wash of
Luciano I couldn't stop thinking about those words I said to her.They weren't far from the truth. Thoughts of fucking her lived rent-free in my head, thoughts of wrapping my hand around that beautiful throat, squeezing hard as I ravaged her, until she learned to do nothing but shut up and beg in
Quinn“Put me down, asshole!”I slammed the phone down and hurried across the room. My chest burned with rage, maybe because the brawny man carrying Fiona like she was a sack of hay, was the same one who actually pulled the trigger on me that day. I wasn't sure what he was yet, but given how much h
QuinnMy head pounded like a sledgehammer was taken to it about a million times.Groaning, I rolled over as slowly as possible to keep the headaches from multiplying. Jesus. Could anything be worse than this feeling?I peeled my eyes open and squinted at the soft blue recessed ceiling, wondering w



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