The third time my fiancé, Rafael, confronted me over a dancer, she was carrying his heir.This time, I buried all my love for him. On what should have been our wedding day, still in my gown, I left him at the altar and walked into the church on the arm of his sworn enemy.Over the phone, the man cursed softly, his tone a mix of frustration and fond exasperation."Principessa, of all the times to finally come around, you pick now? I'm in Sicily. I can't do much from here.""My dear Alessia. You're a shark at the negotiating table. How did you let a rabid dog like Rafael bite you twice? Did you forget every lesson in self-defense your father taught you?"I pressed down hard on the bleeding wound, my voice laced with bitterness."I have a proposition. Control of the Newark Port shipping routes. Is that a big enough stake for you?"The crisp sound of a lighter clicked on the other end. His tone shifted, sharp with interest."Send me the time and place. I'll be there, with my best shooter."
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