Rejected 99 Times, Chosen By The Mafia Don

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filled the air, leaving no d

gaze swept across the room, taking in my surrounding

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before me carried

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lt heavy with authority-the kind of presence that came on

me so suddenly that my br

the man who now led the Morgan family, and the new Do

twice in the past. And both encoun

n. Following the old man's orders, Aidan had personally arrived to

sted with ever

ucas back by force if necessary. Desperate to protect Lucas, I had thro

rgan family's banquet, which was

s. Later, barely aware of where I was, I had wandered into Aidan's private lounge, mistaking him for L

arrassment that tore through me felt almost more

, a glass of water ap

uld only look at A

in one hand while his other hand rested against my back

eped through the thin hospital

, he brought the glass to

I said afte

ryness in my throat, but I couldn't bring myself to look at him

idan answered, his

ords stumbled out of my

embered before losing consciousness was reac

d opened my call history. The most recent number on t

y stiffened f

fingers clenched anxiously around the phone as I lowered my gaze. "I had a high fever and wasn't thi

yes never leaving me. "It's al

to my rescue, and I owe you for that. I'll find a way to repa

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ding his stare with every oun

dan leaned closer, and the space between

the faint trace of amusement hidde

a weight that left no room for hesitation