She faints in a grocery store—but the mafia boss who catches her notices hidden bruises and uncovers a truth that changes everything

stood beneath an arch of white roses in a black suit, one hand in hers, the other never far from what was hidden beneath his jacket.

The retired judge moved quickly through the vows.

“Do you, Nikolai Veyer—”

“I do.”

“Do you, Allara Ren—”

“I do.”

“I haven’t finished.”

“We’re out of time,” Nikolai said. “Marry us.”

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