MARRIED TO THE MAFIA
I backed away until my legs hit the edge of the bed.
"What kind of arrangement?"
Rafael moved to the window, pulling back the curtain to gaze out at the grounds. The evening moon cast half his face in shadow, making him look more dangerous than usual.
"Dante Moreau is many things," he said, his voice deceptively calm. "But above all, he's a businessman. And when faced with losing everything..." He turned to me, his eyes cold. "Even he knows when to make a deal."
"Stop talking in riddles," I snapped. My patience had evaporated. "Tell me what's happening."
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