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BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR Chapter 10
The restaurant's dim lighting cast a warm, intimate glow over the tables, enhanced by flickering candles and the occasional sparkle of glassware. Soft jazz filled the space, a gentle hum that seemed to drift and weave around the diners. Roberto sat across from Kylie, or "Kyls," as she had recently insisted, feeling the weight of a thousand unspoken words hovering between them. His gaze traced her face, lingering on the way the candlelight caught her features—her dark, cascading hair, and those deep blue eyes that held worlds he longed to explore.He reached across the table, hesitating before gently brushing a stray strand of hair back behind her ear. His fingers lingered for just a moment longer, savoring the softness of her skin. "If you could see the way you’re looking at me right now," he murmured, a small smile tugging at his lips.Kylie glanced down, a hint of a smile playing on her lips before meeting his eyes again. "How am I looking at you?"He was caught, suspended between t
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Roberto watched Kyls from across the table, his gaze unblinking, as if studying every shift in her expression. She looked guarded, a trace of wariness hidden beneath her steady gaze, but also… intrigued. The warm glow of the restaurant's lights softened the lines of her face, casting a golden hue over her skin, but she remained alert, perhaps ready to retreat if he pushed too far.“You enjoyed that kiss,” he murmured with a hint of amusement, testing the waters. It wasn’t a question—it was as if he already knew.Kyls’s fingers tightened on her wineglass, eyes darting away for a brief second before returning to him. Her voice was measured, edged with challenge. “You’re sure of yourself.”“That’s not an answer.” Roberto’s voice was steady, calm, yet beneath it lay something deeper—an invitation for honesty, if she dared. A faint smile crept onto her lips, and after a brief pause, she gave in, her words soft but unhesitant. "Fine. Yes."At that, Roberto allowed a satisfied grin. Reachin
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Kyls stepped out of her car, the distant glow of the house lights casting long shadows against the driveway as she made her way toward the garage door. The Sheridan estate loomed in front of her like a brooding giant, an ever-present reminder of the weight she carried as a member of her family. Just as she reached the door, the faint scent of cigar smoke reached her, mingling with the cold tang of metal and engine grease. Her father’s right-hand man, John, leaned against the wall just inside the garage, his face hidden in shadows, yet the set of his shoulders conveyed disapproval. She lifted her chin, meeting his gaze with a calm expression, though she could feel the tension tightening her spine. She’d known this was coming; there was no avoiding it.“I had something to take care of,” she said, her tone steady but laced with subtle defiance.John’s expression remained unreadable, his eyes narrowing as he evaluated her response. Without a word, he turned on his heel, motioning for her
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The heavy tick of the grandfather clock punctuated the silence as Kyls hovered in the doorway of her father’s study. The room was dim, lit only by the soft glow of a desk lamp casting shadows over shelves filled with leather-bound books and portraits of ancestors. Kyls felt those long-departed eyes on her, their gazes following her every move, as if they knew the secrets she kept and judged her for them.“Come in, Kyls,” her father’s voice broke the quiet, calm and steady. But Kyls heard something beneath it—something unspoken yet profound. It was a tone that brought her back to childhood when every word he spoke held gravity, and every silence felt loaded with implications.She stepped forward, forcing herself to meet his gaze. Papa was standing by his desk, tall and unyielding as always, his frame casting a dark shadow on the wall behind him. His suit was immaculate, the only sign of weariness a slight slump in his shoulders and the shadow of stubble that marked his chin.He walked
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The late evening cast long shadows over Roberto Connolly's office, the dim lighting accentuating the tension that hung thick in the air. Roberto sat in his leather chair, fingers interlaced as he leaned forward, his gaze fixed on the city lights beyond his office window. The glittering skyscrapers and bustling streets seemed a world away from the turmoil that gnawed at his insides.Seamus's grip over the Connolly empire tightened each day. His brother ruled their world with an iron fist, ruthless and unyielding, leaving no room for dissent or even hesitation. Every day, Roberto felt more like a pawn in Seamus's intricate game of power-a carefully positioned piece ready to be sacrificed at a moment's notice. And his younger brother, Liam, who once stood by Roberto's side, now seemed to support Seamus's unforgiving vision. It was as if the two of them had become faceless soldiers in Seamus's war, blind to any path other than the one paved in blood and dominance.Roberto's chest tightene
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Sophia’s povI pressed myself against the wall, letting the shadows in the narrow nook outside the library wrap around me. Roberto walked by, eyes straight ahead, his face set in that determined way he got when he thouhen he passed earlier. They never did. Years ago, I learned that if I wanted the real story—the kinght no one was watching. He didn't see me here, hiding. Liam hadn't noticed me, either, wd that didn’t come filtered through the family’s polite lies and careful smiles—I’d have to find it on my own. And I’d gotten good at it, too. Dangerous secrets tended to drift around this house, and I’d gathered more than my share by listening from the edges, out of sight. Like the fact that Roberto now had an FBI contact on speed dial.I shook my head, feeling a bitter twist of frustration. He’d always been so idealistic, even as a kid. For him, everything was so simple, so black and white. Right or wrong. He didn’t get that in our world, those lines blurred until you couldn’t tell o
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Kylie’s PovThe home gym’s cold walls loomed around me, and the sharp scent of rubber mixed with sweat filled the air. Outside the floor-to-ceiling windows, the city stretched endlessly, a stark reminder of the freedom I lacked. My feet pounded against the treadmill, the rhythmic thud echoing in my ears like a relentless heartbeat.“Come on, faster,” I muttered, slamming my hand against the speed controls. The treadmill whirred in response, but my thoughts drifted back to the Hayes and my father’s last words. “Focus on planning the wedding. Leave the family business to me.” Frustration surged through me, and I recalled snapping at Micah. “I don’t need the perfect flowers. I need to be in that room with my father!” The memory ignited my anger.Finally, my legs felt like lead, and I slowed the machine, gasping for breath. “I can’t stay locked up like this. Not anymore,” I whispered to myself, determination flooding my veins.As I climbed the stairs, each step burned with exhaustion. Th
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Kylie’s PovI couldn’t make sense of him, of the way he looked at me—like he was starving but still holding back. I’d come here ready to let go of every last inhibition, every doubt, to peel myself down to bare skin and heat, ready to have him any way he wanted. But he’d…turned me down. Well, not exactly turned me down. It was there, clear as a flame in his eyes—the way he looked at me, dark and deep, like he wanted to drown in me. It terrified me. Because beneath that want was something more, something that felt bigger than anything I could give.Everything.Then his lips claimed mine, coaxing me open, his kiss deep and consuming. My mind went blissfully blank as he pulled me in, his touch gentle but firm, one hand cradling the back of my head, the other resting at my waist. He didn’t rush. God, no, he took his time, like he was savoring each moment, each tiny sigh he coaxed from me. We were both fully clothed, just a breath of distance between us, but I could feel his desire all the
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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
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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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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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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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“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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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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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
BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR Chapter 60
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
