The Mafia King’s Queen
And Rocco… he was moving deeper into my flames with every breath, binding himself to me with no assurance of surviving.
I spun back towards the city, but softened my tone this time. "You know they'll come for us. For me. Perhaps even for you.”
His hand folded over mine, rough fingers rubbing against the diamond studded knuckles of my hand. He drew my hand to his mouth and kissed it, slow and even, his eyes never leaving mine. "Then let them try it. Because they'll find there's only one Queen."
The words wrapped around me like armour, like chains, like a vow. My heart thumped against my breast, but I stayed impassive. That was the game, anyway. A Queen never gets frightened. A Queen never sho
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