Mafia's Forbidden Obsession

her voice tinged with appreciation as

th paternal affection. "Always, my dear," he replied, hi

ts already racing ahead to the meeting that awaited them. She knew

to the driver as he looked ahead, "Let's go," he ins

is gaze scanning their surroundings with a vigilant eye. His presence wa

led away from the curb, gliding smoothly

unds the muted hum of the engine and the occ

g a contingent of their trusted bodyguards who were armed to

ine and the soft hum of the tires against the pavement. Amara stole a glance at her father, his profile illuminate

g with pride. "You're going to do great, Amara," he said quietl

her resolve hardening with each passing moment. "Thank you, F

ay through the bustling streets, the city lights blurring

t loomed ominously against the night sky. As the car came to a stop o

his voice filled with quiet

heart pounding with a mixture of fear and excitement. "

ght, their footsteps echoing against the pavement as t

couldn't help but feel a surge of ad

ed by an atmosphere of opulence and power. The air hummed with the buzz of activity as executiv

ng, casting a warm, golden glow over the space. The sound of soft music drifted through

bby, Amara couldn't help but feel a sense of a

os of the crowded lobby. His expression was one of quiet determination

ineering, their sleek glass doors opening and closin

, his features illuminated by the soft glow of the overhead lights. There wa

out into a corridor lined with plush carpeting and polished wood paneling. The air was heav

to take place, the sound of their footsteps echoing off the walls. Along the way, they passe

e low murmur of conversation as executives and assistants bustled about, preparing for the meeting ahead. At the head of the

ng over the room with a keen sense of observation. He exchanged nods of acknowledgment with Salvator

he faces of the other attendees. The atmosphere was charged with tension, a palpabl

eight of the situation bearing down upon her. She stole a glance at her father, his ex

settled over the room. "Welcome, Vincent," he said, his tone measured yet a

of the tension that churned beneath the surface. "Likewise, Salvatore,"

re's with a sense of determination. "Thank you," sh

s if assessing her. "I've heard a great deal about you, Amara," he said, his t

tension that coursed through the room. She offered him a polite smile, her nerves masked by a facade

cing in his eyes. "I have no doubt that you will prove to be a valuabl

expression shifting to one of mild curiosity. "However, it would be better

of concern crossing his features. He exchanged a brief glance wit

e. "My matters will be handled by Amara in the future," he declared,

of his declaration settling over the room like a heavy blanket. Amara felt a surge of pride

on momentarily betraying his shock. But he quickly regained his composure, hi

We will proceed as you have requested, but I have a condition. If she can fulfill

oncern flickered in his eyes at Salvatore's mention of a c

mara, my condition is simple," he began, his voice carrying an air of gravit