The Blood Pact He Hid for Seven Years and Broke in One Sentence

For seven years, I had been in a secret blood-bound arrangement with my brother’s sworn friend, Dominic Moretti. A Valente daughter and a rival Don, bound in the dark, hidden from every Family that would have torn the peace apart over it.

One night, after the wine had gone down too easy, he looked at me with that lazy, dangerous smirk and said, “Adriana, I’ll find you a better man. Stop clinging to me, okay?”

I replied calmly and obediently, “Alright.”

It was because, in a past life, I had refused his suggestion and insisted on binding myself to him for good.