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Hated the thought that Dante—her Dante—might be willing to risk his life for her. As if everything else—his legacy, his duty—wasn’t enough. Svetlana exhaled slowly, her posture rigid. There were no tears in her eyes, but there was a quiet shimmer. Mirella took a deep breath, forcing herself to regain control. Her paint-stained fingers closed around a brush as she stared at her unfinished work. “I heard you spent the night with my son,” she said, her voice calm on the surface, but sharpened by a blade’s edge. “And that you had a private dinner last night.”

he mocked. Davide huffed. “Tony has no interest in your business, but yeah. Once he burned down the Italian mafia to the ground, your Cartel is not such an awful place to start.” Vicente chuckled heartily, but it never reached his eyes. His eyes spoke to me as he said, “I bet it won’t.” He groaned, swinging the tip of his boot to the side. A blade stuck out of it. He sliced the leg of the man on his left, elbowing the man on his right.

The white guy must have realized there is no way the code wallet will be around anywhere because he pull me into his car and locked the door. My heart jump instantly into my mouth and i began to pray to my lord to save me from the scarred face but handsome man who seem to be in his early thirties. He didn't drive, i thank my lord for that because there is still a chance to escape ... Right? I have seen Angelina Jolie, a famous actress does that many times without numbers, I mean jumping out of a running car. If i put the right pressure and adrenaline i might even be better than her.

“Now that makes sense, so you got him on his knees, huh? Old feelings didn’t reawaken?” “He killed Milo. There’s no way I’d ever love him.” Her voice is harsh, but it sounds so convincing that for a moment I forget that it’s not real. I’m probably the most relieved when Havok opens the door and motions for Milena to step inside, waving Phantom away. The moment Milena is inside, I instantly count the number of men in there, five… we wait with bated breath, her heels echoing on the marble floor until she’s standing before the five men.

Silvana looked at her mum for help, but Celestina must have seen the fire glowing in my eyes and refrained from doing anything rash. A tear slid down Silvana's face. "You better hope nothing happens to my father, if not—" "Milo? What has he got to do with this?" I asked, surprised. "Bastardo!!" Celestina spat in Italian. "Nero De Santoro has been looking for you all over for two years. The whole of Italy knows he's on the hunt for you. And now he holds Milo captive to torture him with the belief that Milo knows where you're holed up in."

So good. "Look at me, Lizzie," he commanded. She opened her eyes and looked into his chocolate brown ones, the amber sparkling in the glow from the fire. With the lock of hair falling over his forehead as it usually did and the strong line of his jaw, she thought he looked like Chad Hallowell, star of the new television show, For the Prosecution. Since the show debuted she'd had a major crush on the man. Once she even told Matt the reason she loved him was because he looked so much like the television star. Hallowell lived in San Antonio, in ritzy Alamo Heights. She had actually met him when the caterer she worked for during her vacations did a party for him and his wife, and nearly embarras

she complained. “Mila, will you be nice just once?” Merly scolded her. Arabella accepted her things from Mila and said, “Thank you, Mila.” “I also grabbed your mobile phone because it kept ringing,” Mila murmured. “I think you got scammed, though, so don’t click on every link you get.”

he said with proud in his voice "MARCELLO AURTHUR" milan anger increased more he hitted that guy head to wall and left from there to his room his hands were red with the blood he is gritting his teeth .. assistant came after five minutes and said "sir this is the picture of black panther's leader" he frowned and fired the picture while saying "one day I'm gonna burn you alive be ready" then milan noticed one more picture in assistant's hands milan asked "whose picture is this" he said "its picture of that guy karthik..who is dating with mam sir" he seen the picture his anger became extreme ..

Six months later Anya smiled as Gus turned out the bathroom light, stripped off his boxers and slid into bed beside her. She loved the feel of his big, hard body and the warmth it exuded. She still could hardly believe everything that had happened since that night she'd called him afraid for her life. In the past six months Virgil Branson had been arrested for running a prostitution ring, one that was backed by a major cartel and that sent its women all over the world. Sold them off like a piece of merchandise.

Always Mila. Mirabella’s moans grew louder, her nails biting into my skin as she neared her climax. Her tight walls clenched around me, dragging me over the edge with her, but the release was hollow, a fleeting moment of physical satisfaction that did nothing to quell the storm inside me. I slumped against the car door, breathless and unsatisfied, the cramped space of the Hennessey Venom GT adding to my discomfort. The sleek, luxurious car wasn’t designed for this, but I hadn’t been able to wait. I’d needed to bury myself in someone, anyone, to try and exorcize the hold Mila had over me.