The Mafia' s Bride
“Killing him stirs up attention I don’t need. Teach him a lesson. Break enough bones to remind him he’s fragile. Then let him crawl away. And double security at the casino.”
“Yes, sir.” He bows out.
I study the painting again, the moonlit waves reflecting something familiar restless, endless, untamed.
Yasmine Fernandez. I whisper it again. The name feels like a promise. Or a threat.
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Yasmine’s POV
The taxi hums beneath me as New York blurs by, but I can’t stop hearing Nathan’s voice. His excuses. His betrayal.
I grip my tote tighter. Don’t cry, Yas. Not now.
“Matt, please,” I murmur into the phone. “Can I crash at your place tonight? Nathan… he’s been cheating.”
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