The Mafia's Little Raven
I had been looking forward to a celebration, a raw, possessive claiming of Leila, wanting to feel her beneath me, her cries filling the silence.
She was the only damn thing I seemed to be able to think about lately, even while I was closing million-dollar deals.
Gerald had taken over the final details, sensing my distraction.
“The Elvares,” Gerald said, his voice grim. “They have her.”
“A fucking revenge?” I spat, the pieces clicking into place with sickening clarity.
“You took everything from me, killed my mother, and now you come for some fucking revenge? It’s an eye for an eye, is it?” I turned to where my gun lay on the bedside table, picking it up, the cold steel a familiar comfort in
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