A woman marries into a mafia family and engineers her own divorce to escape, believing she has finally outrun that dangerous world. But her husband refuses to let her go and puts a bounty on her head, turning her bid for freedom into a deadly chase.
Why were you asking about that? I hadn't expected to be caught like this, but I forced myself to remain calm. I was asking for a friend, Chloe. Her husband cheated. She needed to move her And I'm not an expert in private family law, so I asked Rossi.
The tension slowly left Donatello's body. He stared into my eyes for a full ten seconds, searching for a crack in my Finally, he bought the lie. Seeing his relief, I couldn't stop myself from pushing.
Donatello. He looked at me. What if it was me who wanted a divorce? He strode toward me, his rough fingers seizing my chin, forcing my head up.
A cruel smile played on his lips. I'd find you. The next morning, I drove to the Vexill family's law offices in Lower Manhattan to handle the final closing documents for the merger.
Just as I came off the highway ramp, three black SUVs appeared in my rearview mirror. My stomach tightened. I instinctively floored it. A man in the vets raised a pistol fitted with a silencer. The Salvatore family.
Vixen's rivals.