Thirty Days To Marry The Mafia King

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herself. Let hi

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that someone inside the Moretti organization was selling information to their enemies. The po

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agreed to

e bag holding her contract. "But

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ruck harder

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gain. This time, the mess

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a dangerous enemy. If she chose Alessandro, she would be trus

Isabella realized the question was no l

had her brother-and