Married to the Devil of Chicago
A small, terrified voice cried from behind me, and I spun around to find my maid being led out from the cover of the forest trees by a huge tattooed man.
"Mel!" I screamed, taking a step toward her.
The man pulled out a gun and positioned it against her head. I froze in my tracks, staring at Imelda's bone-white face.
"How about a marriage in return for your friend's life?" Luca asked from behind me.
"Don't do it!" She roared, "You don't know who this man is, you—"
"Quiet," the tattooed man warned, cocking the gun. "One more word from you and I'll blow your brains out."
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