Broken Vow
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Broken Vow
A Dark Mafia Romance
Sophie Lark

Contents
Soundtrack
1. Riona
2. Raylan
3. Riona
4. Raylan
5. Riona
6. Raylan
7. Riona
8. Raylan
9. Riona
10. Raylan
11. Riona
12. Raylan
13. Riona
14. Raylan
15. Riona
16. Raylan
17. Riona
18. Raylan
19. Riona
20. Raylan
21. Riona
22. Raylan
23. Riona
24. Raylan
25. Riona
26. Raylan
27. Riona
28. Raylan
Epilogue
Sebastian
Yelena
Heavy Crown Teaser
Missed Brutal Prince?
Colors of Crime Series
Thanks For Reading!
Meet Sophie
This one is for all my sexy, brilliant lawyer ladies, especially Jeanne and Tia. I know you will catch all my mistakes and I love you for it ;)
Xoxoxo
–Sophie
The Official Broken Vow Soundtrack
Spotify
Apple Music
- Boss Bitch – Doja Cat
- California Dreamin' – The Mamas & The Papas
- Please Mr. Postman – The Marvelettes
- Devil's Advocate – The Neighbourhood
- My Truck – BRELAND
- She's Country – Jason Aldean
- Dirt On My Boots – Jon Pardi
- Maniac – Conan Gray
- Sunday Best – Surfaces
- Say Something – Justin Timberlake
- All of Me – Brooklyn Duo
- First Day Of My Life – Bright Eyes
- Electric Love – BØRNS

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1
Riona
I’m sitting in my corner office, working on land purchase documents for the South Shore Development. People think that being a lawyer is all about arguing, but in fact you only spend a tiny percentage of your time in court or in settlement negotiations. The vast majority of my hours pass by right here in this room, writing, reading, or editing.
I don’t mind being alone in here. It’s my sanctuary. I have control over everything inside these doors. I have my desk set up just the way I like it, facing the two-sided view of the Marina City Towers, Michigan Ave, and the Chicago River spread out below me.
Everything in my office is pewter, brass, cream, and blue—shades I find soothing.
I’ve got three watercolors by Shutian Xue on the walls, and a sculpture by Jean Fourier in the corner. It’s his piece called Building Blocks, which is supposed to represent the interior of an atom. To me, it looks more like a model of a solar system.
I watch most everyone else finish their work and leave for the night. A couple of my colleagues poked their heads in my door on the way out to give me a message—some work-related, and some just nonsense. My paralegal Lucy lets me know she’ll finish the stack of lease agreements I gave her as soon as she gets back in the morning. And Josh Hale tells me I came in second in last week’s Pick‘em league, which means I won a whopping twenty dollars.
“I didn’t think you even liked football,” he says with a condescending smile.
“I don’t,” I say sweetly. “I just like winning your money.”