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They still held that majestic look of a time before age settled into the earthy material. Mrs. Honey has been our town's librarian going on thirty years now. Though her name may make you think, she would be a sweet older lady.... She is anything but! She's very mean and stubborn. She doesn't even like to listen to our Alpha. He struggles with her on a day to day basis and here I am following through with my father's order during a breach, possibly an attack.

If she had come here during the day, she probably would have noticed the forest before the mansion. Or realize the amount of traps that were set out to protect the Don, from his enemies who want him dead and those who want to kill him to take over his position in the underworld. "It's not safe to miss. You should come in, you can attempt to escape tomorrow but for now, it's already so late." The housekeeper pleaded. Amara was adamant, she refused to move from the door, even if it meant sleeping on the floor. ~ Manhattan, New York ~ "What do you mean?"

It was hot and when I thought to pause, I heard Don Antonio counting. “One… two… three…” he then paused. “Oh, I didn't tell you. You have ten seconds to finish the tea.” My eyes suddenly became cloudy. I closed my eyes and the tears dropped freely as I drank the tea. My tongue got burnt but I didn't stop. “Fifteen… sixteen…” I dropped the cup. “ I'm done.” “Good girl…” he laughed. “ Your time starts now.” I grabbed the tray and ran out.

They'd already fought all night yesterday, and he still wouldn't leave her alone today? But now, she had a plan. They wanted food? Then they would have to depend on her. She adjusted her expression and walked out with the air of a victor. … Meanwhile, at Building 9, Unit 1702. Honey had rejected Ray's friend request without a second thought, even muttering a curse under her breath. This vicious man had caused a huge fight between her and her husband, and the rift still hadn't healed. And now he wanted to add her?

I answered, rubbing the back of my head. He started to ransack the car, while I watched in confusion. "What are you doing?" I asked, turning the key to start the car, so we could leave. "Looking for you stash of sweets. Don't worry, I won't tell anyone that the big bad Don has a sweet tooth. Not even your wife." Dante smirked when he found it, and quickly threw a piece of chocolate in his mouth. I shook my head and pulled into the road. Speaking of wife. I felt slightly sorry for Elena. My reactions to her confused me a lot, and thinking about them confused me further.

Go fuck yourself were the words that hung on the edge of Honey's lips, but she bit them back. "What did you find out?" She opted for instead, twirling her golden hair in one hand as she crossed her legs. Fine, if he didn't want to return her glass, she didn't need to drink while listening to his poor justifications. "If you must know, he didn't have much to say about himself: no connections and nobody else around him. At least, that is what I learned from the few words that came out of his mouth. He, however, didn't accept me over to have a drink and come over to join us." The ripple of surprise rose through the table. Had Don honestly done that and invited the mysterious stranger to join th

Chapter Two – The Dinner I arrived at Golden Crown Hotel with my heart beating so fast it felt like it wanted to jump out of my chest. I kept telling myself this was a chance. Maybe if I showed up, Mama Grace and the rest of the family would see that I still cared. Maybe they would accept me. I walked into the bright, glittering hall. The smell of food, the soft music, the clinking of glasses—it was all so grand, so much more than I had imagined. For a second, I felt out of place in my simple dress, but I forced myself to stand tall.

Nichole had never spoken to him like that before—so bold, so sassy. His mouth fell open even wider when Honey came back down in a fiery red fitted dress with a long, seductive slit. She looked like a damn model. “Can we go now?” Honey asked, snapping her fingers in front of his face. “Yes… yes,” he stammered, trying to pull himself together. --- Thirty minutes later, Honey and Doctor Brown walked into another sprawling mansion in the same upscale estate. “The barbecue’s out back,” he told her as they moved through the house.

And Luca Moretti had no intention of dying anytime soon. As he stepped into the cool night air, he straightened his shoulders and set his jaw. Time to put on the mask of the charming businessman, to hide the ruthless don that lurked beneath. It was a dance he'd perfected over the years, but tonight, for reasons he couldn't quite pinpoint, it felt more suffocating than ever. Little did he know, across town, a fiery redhead was burning the midnight oil, poring over documents that would soon turn his carefully constructed world upside down. The game was about to change, and Luca Moretti had no idea what was coming for him.

Now he uses that memory to track me. "He’s here," I say. My voice is flat as weather. Salvatore’s rhythm breaks. --- The village is made of stones—gray, same color as the sky. Nonna stands in the doorway, not the apron-waving grandmother of my fantasies. She wears black widow’s weeds, cradling a double-barreled shotgun, stock pressed against her hip like she’s thirty. She’s eighty-two, but her spine is rebar. I push open the door before the jeep stops. My legs give out. I hit the ground, vomiting. Not morning sickness—blood taste, rising from my stomach, too much fear swallowed in the car.