Mafia King's Stubborn Slave

reclaiming what had been stolen from him. Despite my burning curiosity, I refrained from que

I keep them occupied. When Fargo, one of the men involved, expressed uncertainty, I found myself enta

at I had little to lose crept in. The likelihood of returning home seemed slim,

ple? Why do you resemble Vamp and his entourage?" My hand gestured toward the imp

ule he had outlined. "She's Albertino," Fargo declared, revealing

ory terms, and I felt my fists clench, nails digging into

to punch him consumed me. "Come here," he bellowed, instantly hushing the e

o rise before abruptly stopping myself. "No," I whispered, and his gaze shifted to me with a fla

me before dropping his eyes to the ground. He had attempted to

ess-let me

hey flickered with what almost seemed like amusement. "We all die. If I'm going to die, it won't be

been afrai

ssess," I spat at him, as if it were just the two of us in the roo

g it against my forehead. "Do you still feel honorable knowing I stripped

ll feel honorable knowing I could have allowed them to violate you?" The words hung in

h. His eyes were looking at me like he wanted me to cry and s

't you let the

g towards my body. I wanted to cover

ead still. His voice was loud enough for only me to hear, "I am going to find your limit, and I am g

I know I was playing with fire and that I just openly disrespected this man. I know that he must be pa

in." He whispere

ched down to where I was sitting, was still towering over me

I'll fight," I g

My body fell once again to the floor. My vision blurry, I watched as

it was ju