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My eyes never left the metallic object that could end one's life without a second thought. I could feel the fear deep in my bones. This was something I never expected would happen in my life. Italy had been my dream vacation country. But after a few weeks here, I had decided to stay and begin my pastry business. Everything had been fine until I stepped into The Den. Maybe I should have listened to Lola. All I could see was the muzzle of the gun. Smoke oozed from the muzzle of the gun, evidence that it had been recently used. "Dax is dead because of you, whore." He choked out.

“I appreciate the offer, Adonis. I truly do. North Carolina is where my husband was born, and where he grew up. That place makes me feel closer to him, and this is where my Zia is buried, so it’s more of a sentimental binding, you see.” “I understand. What happened to his body?” Rage quickly replaced whatever emotion and softness she had in her eyes. “I don’t know. But I hope that Camorra bastard, Mansueto Benedetti, rots in hell for what he’s done. I will never forgive him."

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Frank said and Mel could not help with the tears that rolled down her cheek. Uncontrollable tears kept on falling as Mel kept on looking at the documents in front of her. The first three documents were three different passports. One in the name of Eric Black and the other in the name of Alfred Gibbins and the third one in the name of Alexander Ducan with Alex's picture on three of them. The third document was an old newspaper from the last two years with the picture of Alexander at the top which the headline states that a certain man named Oliver Knight murdered his wife and unborn child in order to inherit the wife's property. Then there was another newspaper which stated that the murderer,

She’d been Miss Scarlet that afternoon, the one murdered in that game. ‘He did not embarrass me, Petros. Now do you remember the story or not?’ Petros nodded and laughed. ‘Of course I do, but remind me.’ Sighing, Carrie began, ‘The story I told her wasn’t in the book, it was one my father had often told me. It was called the Child of the Sea. He loved the sea, didn’t he?’ she mused thoughtfully. ‘Ironic, that the sea caused his death, in a roundabout way.’

Eleni Dante stares down at me, his black eyes burning. A laugh bubbles in my chest. Camila is dead. She can never touch either of us or the baby again. “Did I ask you to kill her?” he says quietly. If I didn’t know him well enough to recognize the lilt of play in his voice even when he’s pretending to be exactly the mafia boss I met so long ago, I’d be frightened. Instead, I smile. “Did you ask me to go to the bathroom this morning?”

Her feet were crossed behind her, moving from side to side as the rest of her body moved to whatever tune was playing in her mind. I found myself constantly distracted by her movements. The emails were going unanswered while she was reading one of those sex books she’d found in one of the rooms. One of my wolves enjoyed some kinky books, which I didn’t have a problem with Emma reading. Anything that got my woman hot and horny was only a benefit to me. Ethan's POV:::

“What do you want me to say? I don’t want to be within two feet of you because I know you’re counting the seconds until you can kill me. I’m pretty sure the only reason I’m alive right now is because Nicolo intends to use me for some purpose that may, or may not, include selling me to make a lot of money.” He shifts and gently places the locket on the bedside table, letting the locket hit the dark wood before slowly lowering the chain on top of it to obscure the engraving. It’s an act of patience, of mercy, of love. So at odds with his collage of tattoos and menacing demeanor. I don’t even know Lucas, but I do know he is violence and rage wrapped up with a tight bow. When he faces me again,

Like everything she touched in that world. "He couldn't protect you." My voice cracked on the words. "One job, Elena. He had one fucking job as Don, and you're dead." The rage was better than the grief. Cleaner. Sharper. I traced her name on the headstone—Elena Ferrara Conti. She'd been so proud to take his name. So sure he'd keep her safe. "I'll avenge you," I whispered. "I promise. But not with a bullet. He doesn't get a quick death. I'm going to marry him, Lena. I'm going to become everything you were to him. And then I'm going to destroy him from the inside."