The Captured Mafia Bride
The Draghi Brothers
Feared, Revered.
Monsters.
Those were the words papa had always used to describe them. Worthless, useless, good for nothing-those had been reserved for me.
After my little stunt at 16, my papa had made sure I was under lock and key. He knew how to manipulate me, spin his lies and I had no say in whatever he did. When he informed me about my marriage to the second son of the Donovan Family, I knew I had no choice. After all, he was my father. Most girls in our family including my sisters had already been married.
I stood at the aisle, looking into the eyes of my husband to be, my mind detached. Just before I could say I do, brain matter splattered on my fa
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