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Blood stains my hands my soul my heart yet Ill shed more to keep her safe
A chance meeting brings Jen MacNeill into my lifethe woman born to reign at my side
She just doesnt know it yet
How could my Lady be anything other than a silken promise taunting me with every breath she takes
A new Don reigns over Manhattan
But though I won the war peace isnt easily brokered
Over a decade of avenging my fathers death I made many enemies
To each and every one Jens a target
But Ill paint NYC red before I let them harm her
I just never imagined Id be in the line of fire first
A heart broken by grief can feel no guilt or shame with the brutality in which vengeance is delivered
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