The Mafia King’s Queen
Waiting.
Behind me, the doors creaked open, and I did not need to turn around to know that it was Rocco. We were the only ones here and besides, his presence a shadow that always followed mine. Rocco, second son of the De Luca empire, my fiancé now, though the word had seemed too flippant , too ordinary for what he stood for. He was not a man who sent me flowers and empty promises at midnight. He was a man who bled for me, who murdered for me, who entered my shadows willingly.
"You're nervous. You should rest," he said, his deep voice gravel weighted with heat.
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