The Mafia Lord And His Spy Lover (Book 1)
There were equal parts nostalgia and love, and fear and guilt filling my heart, seeing her.
The look she was giving me made me gulp. It was cold and scrutinising, as though I was nothing but a stranger to her, someone who had committed the worst crime in her book.
“I can explain,” I got out, taking slow steps into the room.
“That’s a trait of yours that hasn’t gone away, I see,” she scoffed. “But save it. I don’t need your explanation. In fact, I don’t want or need anything from you. I was only here to see if you in the flesh after the sham you’ve committed against your own blood.” She inched toward me and asked, “Tell me, who is buried in your grave? Whose dead bodies did we mourn?”
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