The Mafia's Reluctant Bride
I promise.
The words crashed over them like a storm. Sandro gritted his teeth, fury and heartbreak tearing at him as he slammed the car into motion. Fire and Sage insisted on joining him, their faces pale with shock, while Scylla and the others remained frozen, unable to move. Kendrox was still clinging to life in the infirmary—unaware of the hurricane unraveling outside.
In her room, Scylla collapsed into her pillow, her cries muffled but endless. She repeated his words like a curse, like a knife twisting deeper into her chest.