The Mafia's Kidnapped Bride
He looked down at me, a helpless, bound woman struggling on a concrete floor, and he threw his head back and laughed.
“Ah, so the rumors are true. They said you have become soft, compliant, that the accident I planned broke your wildness,” he said, his blue eyes gleaming with contemptuous delight. He paced slowly, circling me like a predator. “But I had to see it. Aryn De Luca, the woman who took down the entire Venetian banking sector for fun, reduced to a whimpering, terrified little girl. Honestly, darling, I wouldn’t have believed it.”
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