Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friend (A Mafia Romance)
She inhaled, then let the smoke fall out between us in a slow, deliberate ribbon.
“I never wanted to touch this war,” she said, voice low, as if confessing a private weakness. “But you’re my blood.” Her jaw worked. “Just this once… I’ll help. On my terms.”
Relief hit me like a tide. My shoulders sagged without meaning to; for an instant I could feel the mountain of the world lift a fraction. “Tell me,” I said, the question small and hungry.
Flora crushed the ember between her thumb and forefinger and the ash fell away like an old promise. She turned to the window and watched the city as if reading the lines of a map only she could see. When she spoke, it was business a knife wrapped in velve
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