The Wrong Vow: Bred by the Mafia Twins
He grabbed both of my wrists and pinned them effortlessly to the table.
"You are exactly a piece of property," Rocco corrected brutally. "You are a twenty-million-dollar asset. And last night, you belonged entirely to me."
Hot anger flushed my cheeks. "If I tell Roman what you did, he will kill you."
"Roman sent me to your room," Rocco revealed flatly.
The brutal truth hit me like a physical punch to the stomach. "What?"
"My brother is the public face of this empire," Rocco explained, his grip on my wrists tightening. "He handles the politicians, the bankers, and the daylight operations. I handle the violence, the executions, and the shadows."
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