![]() ![]() ![]() He was a brutal hand of the Las Vegas Camorra. ![]() His eyes were empty, a mirror to throw back her own fear at her. Both were names he couldn’t possibly have chosen for himself. People called him Growl to his face, and the Bastard behind his back. He was her punishment, a fate worse than death, a way to deliver the ultimate punishment to her father who had displeased them so greatly. They can do as they please and it’ll even help their reputation, but we are bound to different standards. ![]() Thrown at his feet because he was who he was, because they were certain he would break her. And now they’d given him what only a few weeks ago had been out of his reach, someone he wasn’t even allowed to admire from afar, one of their most prized possessions. He was the unwanted bastard son who’d always had to content himself with the leftovers of others. Born to be a slave but I fought my way out with blood and countless of deaths on my hand. He’d never had something to himself, never even dared to dream about owning something so precious. In order to save audiobooks to your Wish List you must be signed in to your account. ![]()
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