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"We do this together." "Together," she agrees. Through the bond, I feel her determination. Her rage. Her unbreakable will. My mate. My Luna. The most dangerous being in the supernatural world. And she's just declared war on everyone who profits from pain. Caleb clears his throat. "There's something else in the files. A name that keeps appearing. Not a buyer. A partner. Someone funding multiple facilities." He slides a document across the table. I read it. Go cold.

It will incite fear and let those know to never question us. While we're walking around the grounds getting things set up, I see eyesight of pink. Briana, or as my brothers call her "The Pack Whore", is walking up to us. She is pretty, with her short cut blackish blonde hair and green eyes. I can tell she is wearing tons of makeup though. All three of us had a fling with her once. Somehow, she had got it in her head that we were going to mark her and make her our Luna. That will never happen.

My chair. "Gentlemen," I began, my voice ringing out clear and steady, shocking even myself. "I'm Emilia Moretti. Your new Donna. I know this arrangement is entirely unprecedented, but the Commission has finalized the decision. I am holding the book now, and I expect your absolute loyalty." Silence stretched, heavy and suffocating, until Captain Ricci leaned forward, crossing his thick forearms on the table. "Donna Moretti. With all due respect... what qualifications do you have to lead a family of this size?"

“You’re now part of the mafia, Nora. You’re my brother’s wife. That makes you part of the Crown family. My brother doesn’t joke with family he protects us with his life. And now you’re his wife, so you’re one of us. One of the mafia. And not just any family. The family. The Crown family is the empire that rules all mafia empires in Italy. My brother Leonard is the Don of all Dons.” She let the words sink in before delivering the last blow. “And that makes you, Nora… the Donna of all Donnas.” The silence that followed was deafening. I sat there, staring at her, my whole body cold, my breath shallow. The words carved themselves into me like a brand. Donna of all Donnas. Queen of all mafia quee

Erica's facial expression changed. Was Leanor pretending not to care? That must have definitely been it…leanor was pretending. She had chosen this jewelry design company because they had perfect designs that suits the themes of her anniversary but when she browsed the magazine, she was shocked to see that Eleanor was the chief designer. She immediately chose Leanor as her designer. She had been eager to show off her current glorious position to Leanor. She wanted to see Leanor break and get angry, that would have given her the satisfaction she wanted.

After Alexander left with Elena, he vanished for a full week. For that entire week, the rumor mill in Sicily’s underworld was buzzing. They said the Don had taken his beloved new mistress to the high seas for the annual yacht party, and that she would soon be the new donna. My phone kept buzzing with private photos sent by Elena. The first was of her sunbathing on the deck of a luxury yacht, wearing a barely-there bikini. The caption read: [The Don says only the ocean blue matches my eyes.]

Elio held our son, tucking the badge coiled with the black mamba into his swaddling. "From today, he is my sole heir." Cheers erupted, but the guests whispered in awe. "This Donna is legendary… ruling the Rossi family herself, and she's Elio Massimo's Donna too…" "Tsk," another sneered. "Heard the old Don Rossi shot himself. And Don Colombo… was found dead at the docks this morning. Enemy work, probably." In a corner of the hall, my consigliere quietly handed me a letter. "Madre… Don Colombo's final note."

It was the logical first place to stop. Then again, she felt a pit in her stomach at the idea of seeing Sera again. She felt such anger towards her, she didn’t know how she’d react when they met again—and she didn’t trust herself to contain her feelings. Furthermore, Caitlin didn’t exactly receive a warm welcome the last time she came to the Cloisters, and she suspected that Caleb’s people would be even more furious at her presence this time. Maybe they’d even be outright hostile. It was a chance she had to take, she decided, as she flew in, diving low, and landed on the huge outer terrace overlooking the Hudson.

He looked up, eyes sharpening as I crossed the room and perched on the edge of his desk, deliberately blocking his view of the documents. My leather skirt rode up slightly, and I leaned forward, voice low and steady. “Leona didn’t have much, tesoro,” I said, cutting straight to it. “She confirmed the Executioner sent her, promised she’d be his mistress if she cracked our marriage. But it’s worse, he’s obsessed with me. Not just as La Rosa Nera, but me. That’s a variable we didn’t plan for.” Dante’s jaw tightened, and he stood, closing the distance in a heartbeat. He pulled me off the desk, settling me onto his lap, his hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise.

“We are here to vote on the matter of Don Lena Moretti.” He pauses. Lets it hang. “As you all know, her father, Don Virelli, named her successor before his death. This is... unconventional. The commission has received petitions to review whether a woman can hold the title of Don and retain control of Virelli territory.” The Murmurs then begin. “She’s not even here,” Romano says. “Where is she?” I lean back in my chair crossing my arms. “She isn’t feeling well,” I say. “Migraines.”