Owned By The Devil Himself
He opened his mouth to give her one final, lethal warning to vanish, but the words died in his throat.
Vito spun around, his heart stopping in his chest. Ortensia was standing in the doorway. She looked frail, wrapped in a heavy silk robe that was far too big for her, her hair a wild mess around her pale face. She looked like a ghost haunting her own home.
Vito scrambled for words, his mind blanking. "Doll, go back inside. It’s cold. This is just... business. A misunderstanding."
Eleonora’s eyes lit up with a wicked, triumphant glow as she realized who was standing there. She opened her mouth to speak, to twist the knife, but Ortensia beat her to it.
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