When she was done, I nodded at her to move away. I waited for Nina to wrap Nikolay’s jacket around Ayla’s body as much as she could with Alessio in the way. For all we knew, we were about to be ambushed as we stepped out. We were wasting time.įuck! We didn’t have time to waste. Nikolay moved forward, removing his jacket. Alessio was so lost, he didn’t even hear us.

“Alessio, we need to go,” she said, placing the jacket over Ayla’s almost bare body. Nina turned back around, and I saw her quickly removing her jacket. She turned around, her expression cold, but her eyes spoke volumes. Nina was still and I counted the seconds in my head. “This is messed up,” he muttered, a look of horror masking his face.Īs I nodded, I saw Nina rushing past me. Nikolay moved to stand beside me, and I quickly shook my head, trying to clear my mind. Painful because I had never felt this way before. It was a small change of emotion, but it was painful. My eyes shifted to Ayla, and my chest tightened. I stood frozen, just a few feet away from them. As he rocked Ayla back and forth, his arms tight around her, I watched my boss, the man whom I have known to be ruthless, cry for his woman. He didn’t care that his men were watching. Since his mother’s death, I had never seen him shed any tears. I have known him for years-since we were babies-and very few times had I seen him at his weakest moment. I watched Alessio break right in front of my eyes. I promised to let her fly…I promised to save her soul. I was going to find him and break him, like he broke her. If he thought he could break her and just disappear, he was wrong. I lost my Angel, the reason for every breath I took. He wants his Angel to be free.īut how could I fly again when my wings were broken? Then my savior came, waging a bloodbath to find me. My wings were ready to fly, but the Devil clipped them, feather by feather, until I had nothing left. It is important to read Part 1 and Part 2 before this book to fully understand the story. This is book 3 of 3–The Mafia and His Angel. This book contains dark-and sometimes violent-depictions of the world of organized crime, sexual assault, and suicide, and some events might be triggers for some readers. Your tears might fall now, but I hope those droplets turn into a true, beautiful smile one day.

To all the beautiful Angels out there who are struggling to find their peace.

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