Claimed by My Brother’s Best Friend (A Mafia Romance)
I spat, every word torn raw from me.
His grip tightened, fingers digging into me hard enough to bruise. The air around us seemed to shrink, heavy, suffocating. “I only have one rule, Isa. One.” His voice dropped lower, intimate and lethal. “Why is it so hard for you to follow? Obey me, and everything will be fine.”
The scream inside me clawed for release, but I swallowed it down, my chest heaving. “I’ll obey,” I forced out, each syllable jagged and bitter, “but only if you let go of my Liliana.”
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