My Mafia Husband Gave Me to His Enemy

Mafia Romance14 chaptersCompleted

The Salvatores demanded a bride as blood payment. My husband had two women to choose from. His first love. His wife. He kept her. He handed me the divorce papers himself. And he never knew I was carrying his child. The private room above Vincenzo's on Mulberry Street smelled like candle wax and cold espresso. Six armed men lined the walls. Three were my husband's. Three were not. Across the table sat Lorenzo Salvatore. The man every family in New York called the Ice King. "My brother Tommaso was shot outside his daughter's christening," he said. His voice was low and calm. "By Moretti men. So we follow the old law, Dante. Blood for blood. Or a bride for blood." His gray eyes moved

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