Runaway Mistress: The Mafia Boss Begs On His Knees

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at another a

a flickered and died, and until my shivering

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side Sofia's room, reading to the closed

nd his gaze

g my forehead, the glassy, f

tance, placing a h

sional, and utterly

he stated, hi

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window, though I knew he cou

," he

stopped

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he name we

etween sheets, dreaming of a boy wi

d, testing the weight of it on her

the table, covering

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ust stolen

ust stolen

our dreams and gifted it, wrapped in

was nothing compared to the vas

and whispered i

bye,

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