The Mafia's Forgotten Bride

SYNOPSIS “Remember,” he growled, his voice roughly caressing against the shell of my ear. His large and scarred hand splayed possessively on my stomach, pulling me back against the hard wall of his chest. We were a twisted parody of a loving couple, nestled in the bed we once shared. I squeezed my eyes shut, trembling. “I—I can’t. I'm fucking trying.” His lips brushed the sensitive skin of my neck, a gesture that felt anything but tender. “Try harder, malyshka. The man who put that bullet in your head is in this house. He smiles at me across the dinner table. And you’re the only one who can point a finger.” He shifted, and I felt the cold, hard steel of a pistol being pressed into my palm, his fingers closing mine around the grip. “So remember. Before I have to burn this whole fucking world down to find him with you in it” ---