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and crazy enthusiasm, and my brown skin no longer shone with youth and pleasure. However, my dark curls remained the same. Curly, kinky, untamed, and wild. They were sweet and velvety as they casca

could hear someone enter, the stairs were perfectly qui

plauded. That clar

Italian accent in the words, together with how deep, velvety, and dominating it was, sho

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ack of where you are," his kid said. My face crept

anked up to stand and forced to kneel in a certai

complexion, full pink lips, and a jawline with a five o'clock shadow. He was dressed in a black suit with a white shirt beneath that had the first three buttons undone, revealing some tattoos. His hands were encrusted with silver rings, s

easant memories to come to mind. I f

id said in response. "You are

long that it didn't bother me. Those types of remarks didn't bothe

. You must take it; you don't hav

ky recollections for me. I slumped, relying on my two guys to support me while I fought back a panic attack. I inhaled gradually. The timing wasn't right now, Lucy

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increased to 55 million pounds. She's now worth more than 2 billion euros thanks to her time with one of my trusty allies.

g. Me? billions of dollars? If Luca j

sell her to the highest bid

mething so valuable? Antonia prompted. Of what he said, I was aware. I didn't wa

girl, or sell her for cash," Antonio had stepped up close to me throughou

onio, but that jerk would perish like everyone else who had harmed me. At that point, I wished Luca would pick me up. I could murd

play here. I discovered that it is best to only put your faith in those who share a cert

e and a ripped soiled T-shirt. He made no disclosures. There was no indication that he would retain me-something I pleaded with him to do-or that he would sell me. It sucked

have been since the "safe house" will be for the rest of my life. Th

ondition," Luca finally