La Esposa Rechazada Del Cruel Mafioso - Adri Lu... -

"Because," he says, and his voice drops to a dangerous whisper, "I've spent three years convincing everyone, including myself, that I don't want you. But the Rosetti just threatened what's mine."

That was three years ago.

My heart hammers.

I stood beside him in ivory lace, my hands trembling inside silk gloves, while he signed the mafia contract that bound our families. The wedding was a formality. The real ceremony happened afterward: Alessandro's father, Don Ferraro, shaking my father's hand over a table of illegal arms deals. La Esposa Rechazada del Cruel Mafioso - Adri Lu...

He fills the doorway like a storm. Six foot four, shoulders carved from violence, jaw sharp enough to cut glass. His suit is charcoal, his tie loosened, a thin scar above his brow catching the lamplight. He is beautiful in the way a blade is beautiful — right before it draws blood. "Because," he says, and his voice drops to