The Mafia's Undercover Princess
The double doors splintered under the weight of our charge, and inside, the scene froze me.
There was Mia.
She was bound to a chair at the center of the room, bruised but unbroken, her eyes fierce even in the shadows. And standing behind her, one arm locked tight around her throat, the barrel of a pistol pressed to her temple by Giovanni.
“Kraven,” he greeted, his voice calm, almost smug, though his hand tightened on the gun. “I knew you’d come. That’s why I brought her here. You see, when you strip away your army, your empire, your rage, this is all you are. A man who can’t stand to lose the woman he loves.”
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