The Mafia's Little Raven
The sheer absurdity of it, of Damien, the cold, controlled Damien, falling for the target, for the daughter of the woman who destroyed our family it was almost laughable.
Almost.
It had complicated everything, but ultimately, it didn’t matter.
The outcome was the same.
She was here.
My gaze dropped from Leila’s face to Mabel’s, still huddled on the floor, shaking. All of it… it all came back to her.
Mabel looked up at me, her eyes pleading. She knew.
She knew what was coming.
“Gerald,” she whispered, her voice a shaky plea, her eyes filled with a desperate, dying love.
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