After three years of waiting for the man she loves, a woman watches him claim her sister instead. Heartbroken, she walks away and finds herself drawn into the world of a powerful mafia figure, where loyalty and desire collide.
People chased after us, throwing things and blocking the way, but his grip on my legs wavered. When he finally carried me out of my private courtyard, he paused to catch his In the distance, a faint glow of ritual torches moved. That was the other group. Through the bushes, I heard their laughter.
Dominic was at the front, sweat-soaked, but wearing a triumphant smile. Kids, sir! Sir! Kids, sir! Kids, sir! Bianca was on his back. I lay silent on the stranger's back as they drew near.
Dominic's eyes flicked over me for a split second. Then his gaze moved on. He didn't recognize me. Bianca whispered something in his ear, and he leaned in with a soft smile.
smile. I suddenly thought back to three years ago when I'd returned to the Moretti estate to visit my father and stayed for a while. The first time Dominic came to find me there, he'd worn that exact same smile.
That day, my father's men put him to the Tetz, they blocked him at the gates and him up just to see if a Russo truly cared for a Moretti girl. For my wife, I'd take a lot worse. He was a spoiled Russo heir who'd never been hurt before.
He always acted like it was nothing, but I knew the truth. My father's men didn't go easy on outsiders. Another time, it poured rain.