JaydonThe silence in the room was a heavy, physical thing, but I was used to it. Silence had been my only constant for two years.Two years since the fire and the blood. Two years since I lost Hera and the tiny life she was carrying. I could still taste the ash in the back of my throat if I thought about it too long. I’d traded the Mafia throne for a corporate glass cage, trying to scrub the scent of the family business off my skin, but the hollow ache remained.My mother’s voice rang in my head, a relentless, polished blade. 'You need a wife, Jaydon. You need an heir.'She didn't realize I was already dead inside. Love wasn't a luxury I could afford twice. It was a trap, a blood-soaked promise that ended in a cemetery.I looked at the woman sitting across from me. Isayanna.She was a mess. A beautiful, high-definition mess. Her long black hair was slightly disheveled, and her eyes—a startling, clear blue—were rimmed with red. She was vibrating with a nervous energy that made her fin
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