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The Principessa’s Mafia Trial: From A Stripped Bride To A Crimson Queen Chapter 09 The Crimson Reckoning I climbed onto the lead truck. Cain offered me a hand. I took it. He pulled me up to the cannon platform and stepped aside. The main nozzle was heavy and built for real pressure. I wrapped both

The Principessa’s Mafia Trial: From A Stripped Bride To A Crimson Queen Chapter 08 The Iron Beasts One hundred black industrial tank trucks rolled in, each one fitted with a high-pressure nozzle. They drove through the broken walls from every side, engines roaring. The ground shook so hard the wine glasses on the head table

The Principessa’s Mafia Trial: From A Stripped Bride To A Crimson Queen Chapter 07 The Four-Digit Lie I pulled the encrypted phone from the pocket of Cain’s coat. It was old and heavy, a black phone with no brand and no touchscreen. Just a keypad and a four-digit number saved in the only contact slot.

The Principessa’s Mafia Trial: From A Stripped Bride To A Crimson Queen Chapter 06 Double Drowning Cain moved before I could. He threw himself in front of me and took the first blast square in the back. The force knocked him forward a step, but he didn’t go down. He braced his feet, locked his

The Principessa’s Mafia Trial: From A Stripped Bride To A Crimson Queen Chapter 05 Savino’s Thunder The courtyard gates crashed inward. Cain Savino walked through the dust. He walked in slowly. Twelve armed men in black followed him and spread out across the courtyard. Cain’s eyes swept the scene. The wine puddles. The shattered bottle.

The Principessa’s Mafia Trial: From A Stripped Bride To A Crimson Queen Chapter 04 Shattered Heirloom I grabbed her wrist. “Don’t touch it.” Lucia yanked her hand back and spun toward Dominic. “She’s hurting me again! Dom, she grabbed my arm—” “Let go of her,” Dominic said without turning around. “She’s trying to take my

The Principessa’s Mafia Trial: From A Stripped Bride To A Crimson Queen Chapter 03 Kneel “No.” I answered at once. Dominic’s jaw tightened. “What did you say?” “I said no. This necklace doesn’t leave my neck.” Lucia pressed closer to Dominic, her fingers curling into his shirt. “Dom, forget it. I don’t want to cause

The Principessa’s Mafia Trial: From A Stripped Bride To A Crimson Queen Chapter 02 The Godfather’s Cruelty I turned back to Dominic. “Explain. Now.” He didn’t even look at me. He was wiping a wine stain off Lucia’s shoulder with his thumb, gentle, careful. “Dom,” I said again. Louder. He finally lifted his head. No

The Principessa’s Mafia Trial: From A Stripped Bride To A Crimson Queen Chapter 01 The Crimson Accident At my engagement feast, Lucia rushed toward me with a giant wine bottle and screamed, “Happy engagement!” “No—” The cork blew before I could finish. Cold red wine shot straight into my chest. The force knocked me back