The Hunted

Arthur moved with mechanical precision. He ignored the fresh blood seeping through his bandages and walked to the weapon locker at the back of the bunker. He pulled out two heavy duffel bags, tossing one onto the metal table.

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• The Mafia Don's Stolen Bride    Resurrection

  Flora slammed both feet onto the brake pedal.The heavy armored SUV fishtailed violently on the slick, rain-soaked asphalt of Route 17. The tires screamed against the pavement before the massive vehicle lurched to a halt on the muddy shoulder of the highway.Flora did not freeze. She unbuckled her seatbelt and threw herself across the center console."Arthur!" Flora screamed, grabbing his blood-soaked shirt. She pressed her trembling fingers against his neck again. The skin was completely cold. There was no pulse."You do not get to do this!" Flora yelled, tears streaming down her face. "You dragged me into this hell! You don't get to lea

• The Mafia Don's Stolen Bride    The Dead and the Damned

  "Sixty million is a lot of money, Rossi," Arthur rasped, his voice echoing off the damp concrete walls of the tunnel. Blood dripped steadily from his chin, staining his ruined black shirt."It buys a private island, Boss," Rossi laughed, keeping his assault rifle aimed squarely at Arthur's chest. "It buys a new life. And all I have to do is put a bullet in you.""The High Council does not pay traitors," Arthur stated coldly. "They use you to do their dirty work, and then they bury you to tie up loose ends. You are a dead man, Rossi.""I will take my chances," Rossi sneered. "Kill the girl first. I want him to watch her die."The guard standing to Rossi's right shifted his laser sight directly to the center of Flora's forehead.Flora's breath hitched. She gripped Arthur’s arm tighter. She was terrified, but a cold, dark fury began to override her fear. She was tired of men holding guns to her head."Keep him talking," Arthur whispered softly, his lips barely moving against her ear. At

• The Mafia Don's Stolen Bride    The Iron Tomb

  Finch wedged his shoulder deep into the gap. His silver handgun aimed directly at Flora’s stomach."Die!" Finch screamed, his face completely twisted with rage.Arthur did not hesitate. He lunged forward, throwing his entire body weight toward the doors. He grabbed the hot barrel of Finch’s silver gun with his bare left hand, completely ignoring the searing heat of the metal. He forced the barrel upward.Finch pulled the trigger.The gunshot was deafening inside the small, enclosed metal box. The bullet missed Flora’s stomach by an inch, ricocheting off the reinforced steel ceiling and burying itself into the back wall.Arthur twisted the gun barrel violently, trying to snap Finch’s wrist. But Arthur was bleeding out, his strength failing rapidly. Finch fought back, pushing the gun back down toward Flora.Flora did not freeze. She didn't wait for Arthur to save her. She pulled the 9mm pistol from her waistband, stepped forward, and aimed the barrel directly at Finch’s hand wedged betw

• The Mafia Don's Stolen Bride    The Burning Cage

  The private elevator chimed. The soft, polite ding cut through the blaring security siren like a knife."Marcus, hallway!" Arthur roared, grabbing Flora by the arm and shoving her hard behind the massive, reinforced steel frame of the king-size bed. "Hold the choke point! Do not let them spread out!""Yes, Boss!" Marcus shouted. He dove behind a thick marble pillar near the bedroom entrance, raising his submachine gun."Keep your head down," Arthur ordered Flora, his breathing heavy and ragged. He knelt beside her, resting his pistol on the edge of the mattress, aiming directly at the bedroom doors. "If anyone in a gray uniform crosses that threshold, you shoot to kill."Flora gripped her 9mm pistol with both hands. Her heart pounded violently against her ribs. "I'm ready."A deafening explosion shook the penthouse.The heavy mahogany front doors were blown completely off their hinges, splintering into a thousand pieces of lethal shrapnel. Thick gray smoke immediately flooded the hall

• The Mafia Don's Stolen Bride    The Executioner's Knock

  Arthur stared at the glowing screen of his cell phone. His jaw locked so tightly the muscle jumped beneath his skin. He didn't yell. He didn't throw the phone. His silence was far more terrifying than any scream.He slowly turned his head. His dark eyes locked onto Dr. Aris."Who did you tell?" Arthur asked. His voice was a quiet, lethal hiss.Aris took a frantic step backward, his back hitting the bedroom wall. "Nobody! Boss, I came straight up to the penthouse! I swear on my life!"Arthur tossed the phone onto the black silk sheets next to Flora. She looked down at the bright screen. The message from Alistair Finch stared back at her, sealing her death warrant."Finch just texted me," Arthur stated. He raised his 9mm pistol and aimed it directly at the doctor’s face. "He knows the exact results of a scan you ran ten minutes ago in my private home. Explain that to me, Aris. Right now."Aris dropped to his knees, his hands trembling violently. "The machine! The dialysis and scanning e

• The Mafia Don's Stolen Bride    The Broken Promise

  Flora stared at him, the air in the luxurious bedroom suddenly turning to ice. Her grip tightened on the black silk sheets."You are insane," Flora breathed, her voice trembling. "I just woke up from toxic shock. Your femoral artery was severed yesterday. You have shattered ribs. You can barely walk without tearing your stitches.""I have enough strength to claim what is mine," Arthur replied. His voice was low, vibrating with a dark, unyielding dominance.He moved closer, his uninjured arm caging her against the headboard. The faint scent of whiskey and medical iodine clung to him. His dark eyes were heavy with unfiltered lust, entirely focused on her mouth."The High Council does not operate on our schedule, Flora," Arthur said, his thumb gently tracing the line of her jaw. "Victor left a very specific message. Silas’s captains are demanding proof of stability. If the Sterling and Finch bloodlines do not merge and produce a legitimate heir, they will declare my takeover invalid. The

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