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It sounded like a compliment, but I couldn’t shake the instinct to rip his throat out with my bare hands. The words alone were enough to make my skin crawl, but there was something about the way he said it—like a promise, twisted and too familiar. I stayed silent, not trusting myself to respond.But Ricky? He didn’t care. He stepped closer, like a predator moving in for the kill. “You’re going to die for what you did,” he said, his voice low, coated with malice. “But not for a long, long time.”A grin stretched across his face, all teeth. “Baby, I’m going to enjoy breaking you.” His gaze flickered over to Sophia, who sat there, shackled, looking far too calm for my liking. “Both of you.”A chill ran down my spine. Was he serious? Was he actually getting off on this? Before I could even gather the thought, my eyes flicked over to Sophia, whose stillness seemed almost… detached. She wasn’t afraid. She looked at him like he was something to be tolerated rather than feared.“Ricky,” a voi
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“Got it.” Sophia’s words barely reached my ears, more a whisper than anything else.“Just a second.” I padded over to grab the lamp. It was bulky, awkward, but at this point, any weapon was better than none.Sophia nodded. She grabbed the other lamp and then cracked the door open.We waited. No alarms went off, no footsteps hurried down the hallway. Apparently, James trusted his people enough to leave us without a guard. Well, he was about to find out how wrong he was.I slipped into the hallway, Sophia following silently behind me. The feeling of bare feet on the cold floor wasn’t ideal, but the shoes James had left me with were almost comically too large for her. So, bare feet it was.I counted the doors as we moved, trying to keep quiet. One. Two. Still no one. Three. I pointed at the third door down the hall. Sophia tried the handle, and it creaked open, just barely, but it was enough.Then, footsteps. Heavy, deliberate, and closing in fast. I froze, heart hammering in my chest. W
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Roberto PovI held Kylie close, feeling her body tense in my arms. Her breath hitched as she struggled, panic evident in every movement. I whispered urgently, “It’s me. Don’t scream, angel. It’s me.” Slowly, she stilled, and I allowed her to turn in my arms. Her eyes searched mine for reassurance.“Roberto?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, a mix of disbelief and relief.Sophia’s voice sliced through the silence. “You’re about an hour too late, but I’ll forgive you if you get us out of here without anyone being shot.” She glanced at Liam as he appeared beside us, stepping silently like the shadow he was. “You too?”Liam’s lips twisted into a smirk. “Contrary to what you believe, I do care.”Sophia scoffed. “Whatever.”If I let them, they’d be at each other’s throats right here in the middle of Haye property. I needed them focused. “Let’s go.” Without waiting for any response, I turned and started moving, hoping they’d follow. The trees were spaced out enough for us to maneuver, b
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Kylie’s povI knew the second he passed out. I wasn’t sure if it was from the pressure I was putting on his ribs—still so fragile after everything—or if it was the blood loss. God, I hoped it was just the former. Broken ribs could kill if they punctured something, but as long as nothing vital had been hit, he’d survive. A gunshot wound though? That would definitely take him.I glanced up. A car was pulling up the street, the headlights slicing through the dark. I could feel my pulse quicken as it stopped, the doors creaking open. This was it. No more running, no more hiding. I had five or six shots left in my gun, but there was no way I could get to it without taking my hands off Roberto's wound. The fabric of my sweatshirt was already soaked with his blood. I couldn’t afford to let go.I closed my eyes, the words escaping my lips before I could stop them. I don’t know if you’re listening, God. I’ve made a grand mess of this. But spare Roberto. He never asked for any of this. It was a
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Third Person PovRoberto slowly stirred, his senses coming back in fragments, the steady beeping of the machines around him grounding him in the reality of where he was. His eyelids fluttered open, his vision blurry in the dim light, and the weight of his body felt like it had been through a war—every inch of him ached, a dull throb that reminded him just how close he'd come to losing it all. His eyes focused on the figure beside him—Kylie, curled up in the chair, her face soft with sleep."Angel," his voice barely escaped him, a hoarse rasp, but it was enough. She stirred, her eyes snapping open, a flicker of concern crossing her features as she blinked at him."You’re awake." Her voice was quiet, yet it held an edge of relief, as if she hadn’t realized how much she'd needed to hear that.Roberto raised his hand slowly, the effort almost too much, but she didn’t hesitate. She moved quickly, perched on the edge of the bed, her gaze searching his face for any sign of distress."What hap
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The hospital room was silent, with only the rhythmic beeping of the devices tracking Roberto’s health. Kylie remained by his bedside, her fingers intertwined firmly as if her hold could prevent everything from crumbling. She had been waiting for him to emerge from surgery for the past six hours, and now, as he lay unconscious, her thoughts were racing. The physicians remarked that he was fortunate. The bullet was just an inch away from his heart, yet the harm to his chest remained significant. He would make it through, but the path forward wouldn’t be simple. That ought to have offered some comfort, yet Kylie couldn’t dispel the burdensome sensation pressing on her. Her mind wandered back to the man in the vehicle John Finch. The manner in which he discussed Roberto, the suggestion of hidden truths Kylie was unaware of, caused her stomach to twist. Roberto had consistently been cautious about his history, sharing only fragments of his life prior to their meeting. At that moment, she
Last Updated : 2024-12-29BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR Chapter 1
I dig the smell of fear. It's pretty intense, you know? When it comes out from them and mixes with their cheap perfume and desperation, you can almost taste it in the air.Tonight, the club reeks of it.I'm sprawled on the bed in my usual private room, waiting for my next... appointment. The sheets are scratchy against my skin and probably haven't been changed in weeks. Not that I care. Everything in this shithole is disposable—the furniture, the booze, the girls. Especially the girls.My fingers drum an impatient rhythm on my thigh. Where the hell is she? I check my watch—an ostentatious, goldplated monstrosity. It's all for the show, of course. The girls see it glinting on my wrist, and their eyes light up. They think they've hit the jackpot.They're always disappointed.The door creaks open, and I sit up, ready to unleash my displeasure on whoever's kept me waiting. But the words die in my throat as I take in the sight before me.She's new. That much is obvious. The way she hesita
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The Dust Raven glittered dully on the dirty floor of the strip club's VIP area. Kylie's gaze hooked onto it, her heart thumping so hard she felt it may explode right out of her chest."A Dust Raven? Really?" she thought, a crazy giggle threatening to leave her lips. "Only men with something to prove carry those..."For a minute, time appeared to stand still. Kylie could hear her own rapid breathing, the distant throb of bass from the main room, and Daniel's low, ominous chuckle. The rifle rested between them, a lethal promise waiting to be fulfilled.Kylie's mind raced. She'd never held a real gun before, let alone fired one. Sure, she'd seen them in movies, but this was different. This was life or death."Screw it," she thought, steeling herself. In one seamless action, she reached for the weapon.The metal was cool against her feverish fingertips as she picked it up. It was heavier than she thought, and her arms trembled slightly under its weight. Kylie fumbled with the safety, her
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The hospital room was silent, with only the rhythmic beeping of the devices tracking Roberto’s health. Kylie remained by his bedside, her fingers intertwined firmly as if her hold could prevent everything from crumbling. She had been waiting for him to emerge from surgery for the past six hours, and now, as he lay unconscious, her thoughts were racing. The physicians remarked that he was fortunate. The bullet was just an inch away from his heart, yet the harm to his chest remained significant. He would make it through, but the path forward wouldn’t be simple. That ought to have offered some comfort, yet Kylie couldn’t dispel the burdensome sensation pressing on her. Her mind wandered back to the man in the vehicle John Finch. The manner in which he discussed Roberto, the suggestion of hidden truths Kylie was unaware of, caused her stomach to twist. Roberto had consistently been cautious about his history, sharing only fragments of his life prior to their meeting. At that moment, she
BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR Chapter 66
Third Person PovRoberto slowly stirred, his senses coming back in fragments, the steady beeping of the machines around him grounding him in the reality of where he was. His eyelids fluttered open, his vision blurry in the dim light, and the weight of his body felt like it had been through a war—every inch of him ached, a dull throb that reminded him just how close he'd come to losing it all. His eyes focused on the figure beside him—Kylie, curled up in the chair, her face soft with sleep."Angel," his voice barely escaped him, a hoarse rasp, but it was enough. She stirred, her eyes snapping open, a flicker of concern crossing her features as she blinked at him."You’re awake." Her voice was quiet, yet it held an edge of relief, as if she hadn’t realized how much she'd needed to hear that.Roberto raised his hand slowly, the effort almost too much, but she didn’t hesitate. She moved quickly, perched on the edge of the bed, her gaze searching his face for any sign of distress."What hap
BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR Chapter 65
Kylie’s povI knew the second he passed out. I wasn’t sure if it was from the pressure I was putting on his ribs—still so fragile after everything—or if it was the blood loss. God, I hoped it was just the former. Broken ribs could kill if they punctured something, but as long as nothing vital had been hit, he’d survive. A gunshot wound though? That would definitely take him.I glanced up. A car was pulling up the street, the headlights slicing through the dark. I could feel my pulse quicken as it stopped, the doors creaking open. This was it. No more running, no more hiding. I had five or six shots left in my gun, but there was no way I could get to it without taking my hands off Roberto's wound. The fabric of my sweatshirt was already soaked with his blood. I couldn’t afford to let go.I closed my eyes, the words escaping my lips before I could stop them. I don’t know if you’re listening, God. I’ve made a grand mess of this. But spare Roberto. He never asked for any of this. It was a
BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR Chapter 64
Roberto PovI held Kylie close, feeling her body tense in my arms. Her breath hitched as she struggled, panic evident in every movement. I whispered urgently, “It’s me. Don’t scream, angel. It’s me.” Slowly, she stilled, and I allowed her to turn in my arms. Her eyes searched mine for reassurance.“Roberto?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, a mix of disbelief and relief.Sophia’s voice sliced through the silence. “You’re about an hour too late, but I’ll forgive you if you get us out of here without anyone being shot.” She glanced at Liam as he appeared beside us, stepping silently like the shadow he was. “You too?”Liam’s lips twisted into a smirk. “Contrary to what you believe, I do care.”Sophia scoffed. “Whatever.”If I let them, they’d be at each other’s throats right here in the middle of Haye property. I needed them focused. “Let’s go.” Without waiting for any response, I turned and started moving, hoping they’d follow. The trees were spaced out enough for us to maneuver, b
BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR Chapter 63
“Got it.” Sophia’s words barely reached my ears, more a whisper than anything else.“Just a second.” I padded over to grab the lamp. It was bulky, awkward, but at this point, any weapon was better than none.Sophia nodded. She grabbed the other lamp and then cracked the door open.We waited. No alarms went off, no footsteps hurried down the hallway. Apparently, James trusted his people enough to leave us without a guard. Well, he was about to find out how wrong he was.I slipped into the hallway, Sophia following silently behind me. The feeling of bare feet on the cold floor wasn’t ideal, but the shoes James had left me with were almost comically too large for her. So, bare feet it was.I counted the doors as we moved, trying to keep quiet. One. Two. Still no one. Three. I pointed at the third door down the hall. Sophia tried the handle, and it creaked open, just barely, but it was enough.Then, footsteps. Heavy, deliberate, and closing in fast. I froze, heart hammering in my chest. W
BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR Chapter 62
It sounded like a compliment, but I couldn’t shake the instinct to rip his throat out with my bare hands. The words alone were enough to make my skin crawl, but there was something about the way he said it—like a promise, twisted and too familiar. I stayed silent, not trusting myself to respond.But Ricky? He didn’t care. He stepped closer, like a predator moving in for the kill. “You’re going to die for what you did,” he said, his voice low, coated with malice. “But not for a long, long time.”A grin stretched across his face, all teeth. “Baby, I’m going to enjoy breaking you.” His gaze flickered over to Sophia, who sat there, shackled, looking far too calm for my liking. “Both of you.”A chill ran down my spine. Was he serious? Was he actually getting off on this? Before I could even gather the thought, my eyes flicked over to Sophia, whose stillness seemed almost… detached. She wasn’t afraid. She looked at him like he was something to be tolerated rather than feared.“Ricky,” a voi
BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR Chapter 61
Kylie’s povI twisted the bobby pin again, but this time it didn’t feel right. “No, not like that. Twist it the other way,” Sophia snapped.I shot her a glare, eyes narrowing. “Forgive me if I’m not as skilled at picking my way out of handcuffs as you are.” My voice was sharp, but there was no mistaking the frustration in it. Sophia’s eyes met mine with a biting coldness. “You would be if you were better at following directions.” She barely moved, but her tone was heavy with authority. “Twist it the other way.”I exhaled loudly, dropping my shoulders in resignation. Whatever. I twisted the bobby pin around, this time going in the direction she wanted. The metal bit into my fingers, but I forced myself to keep working. A little jolt, a click, and then—freedom. The cuff snapped open, and Sophia’s wrist slipped free. “Fucking finally.” Her voice was a low growl, frustration leaking out as she snatched the makeshift pick from my hands, a little too roughly. She didn’t thank me—she didn
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James povI walked down the stairs, feeling like a condemned man marching toward the gallows. Goddamn Kylie Morgan. It was bad enough when I thought the woman who killed Daniel was just some defenseless girl pushed too far, cornered by a world too cruel to her. I could almost stomach the thought of bringing justice to someone who wasn’t much more than a victim herself. But now?Now I was fucked. I was standing at the edge of a cliff with nothing but chaos below, and it felt like I was teetering on the edge of losing everything.I’d thought if I got rid of her, the Connollys and the Morgans would back off. It would settle the score, put an end to the blood feud, and things would go back to some semblance of normal. But now, the truth was harder to swallow than the lies I’d been feeding myself. If Kylie Morgan died, I wouldn’t just be taking out a woman—I’d be sparking a war that would make everything else seem like a petty squabble.Roberto wouldn’t forgive me. I knew the man was obses
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Kylie povI walked into the pub, my feet dragging with every step, though all I really wanted was to climb into the SUV and drive straight to Roberto’s house. I quickened my pace, ignoring the stares of the men scattered around the tables. It was early, but the smell of stale beer and the murmur of low voices made it feel like late afternoon. The bartender, a giant of a man, looked up with a deep sigh, his eyes narrowing as he saw me approach."You’ve got the wrong place, ma’am."The word hit me like an ice-cold slap. Ma’am. The irony wasn’t lost on me—not when I was here to turn myself in, to confess the unspeakable. I didn’t even attempt to smile. "I’m Kylie Morgan. I’m here to speak with James Haye. Is there some way you could convey that to him?"He stared at me, the silence stretching out like an eternity. I could feel the eyes of the men behind me, their stares like needles at my back, their interest keen, hungry. The bartender’s arms came down onto the bar with a soft thud. "Th
