The Bargained-Away Virgin: A Flower for the Don

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ke plenty of money at

s mouth against the wound on my sh

the other slipped the strap of my nightgown down my arm. My body shook even harder. I'd run from

is pas mal," I b

e out witho

mbled. He fixed the collar of his silk

as he turned toward the door. "Tomorrow,

My voic

on the doorknob. Still, h

father's debt is paid." Vito's choice was fin

ss. My gaze shifted to the digital clo

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ound the girl sitting at the very edg

d me, she jumped to h

pathetic," I said wi

mth of her body reached me. My hand started to move toward her c

o the tattoo on my skin.

eath as I pulled my arm free and stepped away. My gaz

mma" marked on my skin were scars that I ne

th one of the girls from the nightcl

rl at the club who already

those blue eyes were still full of defiance. I walked to the closet, took out a dress

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n the morning..." she s

chedule you'll

would put this virgin girl to work and make a profit from he

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ightly, and the neckline dipped far lower than I was comfortable w

the car while Gianni stayed behind the wheel. Whe

ghtclub. Loud music echoed through the space, while the sharp scent of expensive liquor lingered in t

all, slender woman with red hair. The l

in French girl?"

id she's only her

Italian accent still carried the sharpne

lie

"When you serve whiskey to customers, speak in French," she instructed. "Mov

rays wasn't something I was used to, and before two hours had passe

d pulled me into the storeroom. "The Don doesn't keep trash

to be more careful. Every step felt tense. I moved

d in a gray suit. A greasy smile sat on his face, and his eyes trave

lue-eye

red in French, just as A

enchwoman... Wh

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ensive whiskey you have. Serve

replied before qu

he atmosphere there was quiet and exclusive. Leather armchairs filled the space, and

I leaned forward to pour t

clamped around my arm an

utfit just to serve drinks?

break free from

language... a

ot a w

ap

quiet room as my hand lan

shoved me into the armchair. The back of my head hit the leather cushion. Inst

The leather sliced through the air when he raised it ove

pouring from his broken nose. Standing behind him was the tall figur