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\u201cI told you I was fine,\u201d he says, walking to the dresser. \u201cYou were shot, Luca. That is not fine.\u201d \u201cI am still breathing.\u201d He pulls out a fresh t-shirt, wincing slightly as he raises his arm. \u201cAnd I have you to thank for that.\u201d I watch him dress, hiding a smile. He is insufferable. Arrogant. Stubborn. But he is alive. He finishes buttoning his shirt and walks over to the bed. He leans down, bracing his hands on the mattress on either side of me. \u201cWhat?\u201d I ask. \u201cDante is making arrangements.<\/p>\n

For Sergio and Rico. They will be sent home to Sicily. To their families.\u201d \u201cThat\u2019s good.\u201d \u201cAnd I found the bastard who shot me.\u201d I freeze. \u201cYou did?\u201d \u201cDante found him,\u201d Luca says, his voice dropping, turning cold. \u201cHe was hiding in a safehouse in Brooklyn. We have him.\u201d My eyes widen. \u201cYou have him?\u201d \u201cHe is currently\u2026 explaining why he paid for the hit on me.\u201d Luca stands up, his expression dark, terrifyingly blank. \u201cWhen he is done explaining, I will dispose of him.\u201d The casual way he talks about murder chills me.<\/p>\n

\u201cLuca\u2026\u201d \u201cHe killed my men.\u201d He looks at me, his eyes intense. \u201cThere is no forgiveness for that.\u201d I nod, not knowing what else to say. \u201cGet some rest,\u201d he says, turning away. \u201cI\u2019ll see you later.\u201d I watch him walk to the door, his movements fluid despite the injury. He is dangerous. He is violent. But last night, holding him while his blood ran over my hands, I felt something else.<\/p>\n

He is mine. And for better or worse, I am starting to realize, I am his. 1kitap1.com\/en Luca It\u2019s been one week since the hit. My shoulder is stiff, but the wound is closed. The stitches are neat, thanks to the steady, artistic hands of my wife. I stand on the master balcony, sipping an espresso, looking down at the gardens. Below, near the rose bushes, Mia is with Mrs. G. She carries a basket of laundry, not her own, but a bundle of towels she\u2019s helping Mrs. G collect from the line.<\/p>\n

She says something I can\u2019t hear from this distance, and Mrs. G laughs. A real laugh. Not the polite, hollow laughs she gives her father. A sound that comes from her chest. I watch her hand a moment longer than I should. The memory of her sitting on my floor, trembling as she dug into my shoulder, flashes in my mind. The blood on her hands. The way she didn\u2019t run.<\/p>\n

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copyright law. 1kitap1.com\/en Contents Note 1. Mia 2. Luca 3. Mia 4. Luca 5. Mia 6. Luca 7. Mia 8. Luca 9. Mia 10. Luca 11. Mia 12. Luca 13. Mia 14. Luca 15. Mia 16. Luca 17. Mia 18. Luca 19. Mia 20. Luca 21. Mia 22. Luca 23. Mia 24. Mia 25. Luca 26. Mia 27. Luca 28. Mia 29. Luca 30. Mia 31. Luca 32. Mia Epilogue Fullpage image Atara Lorcan 1kitap1.com\/en Note Hey, dear reader, Before you dive in, please note that Bride By Debt is a mafia romance filled with violence, obsession, morally gray characters, and dangerous devotion.<\/p>\n

This is Mia and Luca\u2019s story. Messy. Consuming. Addictive. He bought her to secure his empire, but never expected her to become the one thing capable of destroying him. Buckle in and enjoy the ride. 1kitap1.com\/en 1 Mia \u201cWe\u2019re all gathered here today to celebrate \u2026\u201d The organ music vibrates through the wooden pew beneath me.<\/p>\n

My shoes pinch, each toe cramped in leather that never belonged to me. The dress\u2014 black, heavy, too long\u2014trails on the floor. A veil covers my face, transforming the world into a hazy blur of shapes and colors. I remember my mother\u2019s hands, how they felt when she used to braid my hair every night before bed. \u201cYou must carry yourself as a refined lady, Mia,\u201d she\u2019d say, her fingers working through my strands.<\/p>\n

\u201cNever let anyone catch you off guard, or make you small.\u201d The priest drones on about redemption and peace. My mother would have laughed. She would have wanted music so loud it shook the walls of one of my father\u2019s clubs, with people dancing and drinking to her memory instead of mourning in silence. Izzy squeezes my hand beside me.<\/p>\n

Her palm is damp, her grip tight. She knew my mother, truly knew her. Not like these strangers filling every pew, their faces solemn with practiced grief. How did they all get here?<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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