From Bride to Mafia Crown
His gaze swept over Lina and Giovanni: cold and lethal.
Bang!
Rafael kicked the massive banquet table over.
Silverware and wine crashed to the floor. The enormous Rossi family crest, custom-made and unmistakable, lay face-up.
Rafael placed his foot on it.
The metal buckled beneath his heel with a sickening screech.
In the mafia world, this was the ultimate humiliation.
The other dons went pale, but not a single one dared speak.
He crouched in front of me.
The moment his eyes took in my swollen, bleeding cheek and my shattered, blood-soaked fingers… The blue of his irises turned blood-red.
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