The Don I Was Forced To Marry
“I will give you a slow, painful death,” I spat, my voice cold and final.
“You'll regret this, Aria Vetro,” he growled.
But I felt no regret. He had murdered my mother. Now, I was just returning the favor.
I tortured him without mercy. I had spent years hunting the man with the red owl tattoo and I finally had him.
Or so I thought.
The real killer wore the same mark but he wasn’t the man I’d captured. He was someone close to me.
“I made you, Aria. And I can destroy you,” he hissed, his grip around my throat growing stronger.
I couldn’t move, I couldn’t breathe. I was dying until a gunshot shattered the moment.
My prisoner, my enemy had saved me but not out of kindness.
“Now,” he said, eyes dark with rage, “I’m going to make you mine.”
And nothing terrified me more.
