The Monster's Protégé
Viktor bloody Romano — king of Chicago’s underground, nightmare in a three-piece suit — and there he was, standing at the altar, looking at Mia like she had put the stars in the sky just for him.
The rest of the world? The politicians, the crime bosses, the old-money elites? They didn’t exist to him. Not tonight. Not when she was walking down that aisle like sin wrapped in silk.
I should’ve been paying attention. But no — I was halfway drunk on champagne, halfway drunk on the fact that Dominic — tall, golden, safe Dominic — was spinning me around the dance floor like I was something fragile and sweet. Spoiler: I’m neither.
“You look like you’re thinking murderous thoughts,” Dominic teased, h
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