Lyla Rose________I sob louder, my body trembling as I hear footsteps approaching. Suddenly, the door slams open and Carter Ricci strides in, Vincent’s uncle, the mafia king. He strides toward me with purpose, his eyes burning with an intensity that makes everything else fade. In one swift movement, he scoops me up into his strong, muscular arms.“Step back,” he warns the guards coldly, his voice commanding. The air shifts, thick with his presence. He turns his gaze toward Vincent, growling, “You're no longer my nephew. You're no longer part of the Ricci empire.”Vincent’s face turns red with rage as he yells, “What the fuck do you think you're doing, Carter?”Carter’s voice is low, deadly, as he responds, “I’m taking what’s rightfully mine, away from this goddamn palace, and away from you.”I can barely breathe, my body on the verge of collapse from the emotional stress and the drugs still coursing through my veins. I limp in Carter’s arms, unable to hold myself up. He holds me, his
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