Betrayed, Then Claimed by the Mafia King (18+)
“My husband… my Carter will kill you!”
The man in the mask chuckles, a low, cruel sound that makes my blood run cold. He steps closer, the floor creaking under his weight. “Your husband? That old fucker who can’t even keep his dick inside you? He’s not your husband anymore, princess. You’re mine now.”
He removes the mask slowly, and my breath catches. Vincent. Vincent Ricci. My ex-husband stands before me. “Miss me, darling?”
My eyes widen, my mouth hanging open in disbelief. “You… How dare you kidnap me, you sick fuck!” I spit the words out. “Uncuff me, you bastard!” I scream, thrashing against the cold metal of the handcuffs.