THAT SWEET BOY IS MINE

an didn't care a bit, in fact, he wasn't paying attention to the flames coming out of his eyes at that moment. Al

ed eyes. She had had enough of the boy, she could not allow any more humi

strange feeling that no one should interrupt. Táo, looks up and finds those dark green eyes with a slight mocking and Machiavellian smile. Her h

l have to keep seeing me and

ntly and with a gesture suggests the boy to go back to the kitchen. The boy,

why

rying to intimidate, clearly you did not succeed and you are not going to succeed with us either, so let me be clear. -he raises his demanding finger. -You will not treat my family or this compound badly again, if you intend for us to subjugate ourselves to you and your animalistic behavior, get the hell out of here. -he looks at the door and waves his hand. -Mr. Hiroshi, he already told us about you, but clearly you

arrassed pure and simple, to even think of daring to respond offensively, Because of the deal with Mr. Kobayashi? "God... give me patience, just this once..." she thinks, gritting her teeth, forcefully letting out the air of

to the SVL bui

s,

nd drives off with the dreade

not to blame for not knowing who those people were, "You old decrepit man, you did it on purpose...", she laughs thinking

S

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me off this time near the privat

turns a corner to

aracter, his daughter is definitely a 5.0 with all the exaggeration. Her father, was already far away from all that, recovering, because even the wound for the abandonment of his wife to him and his daughter, was still latent and he needed time to reflect, so he had to take care of the brat and one of the first things he had to teach that spoiled girl would be to respect and be patient, that makes a true mafia leader powerful and durable,

hank

the place. She walks quickly until she reached the big house, agitated. Mr. Kobayashi, smiling, bows in the distance and gestures for her to pass, the men guarding the entrance let her pass, somethin