Forced To Marry The Mafia's Son

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un for my money. She's not so young for my two decades and eight years, but Jesus, she's a talker. She wouldn't be

alone for a minute and I can't even be rest assured that she'd be able to handle herself

a over. Now she's asleep, she looks like the most gentle soul. Bu

d pull the passeng

o her room, I resist the urge to just throw her down on the bed and let her head bounce off the headboard.

'gentility', I pull the cover over her body. Sparing one last glance at her to watch t

t even sit still", I b

I love Vince's special brand of sarc

er, she almost go

", I can't help i

ission granted. Or did you?", He slowly rais

were supposed to k

not a babysitter, maybe you should hire one if you want eyes on

His sarcasm is much too evident

At least she's fine, so ask the soldiers to keep an eye on her, since you can't.

nto my pocket. At this point, whatever you say

et some work done. Shipments, ass kissing politicians and blah fucking blah. I

he imagination. My eyes rake over her body, from the swell of her breasts, to the dip of

I can't believe I'm growing h

'm hugely irritated over the fact that just w

e?", There it is again, that sass. And did

s would be wife. The weddi

to argue with you. Did you carry me up to my room?", I d

else would have carried he

and Adela's face appears in place of my la

nd you answer me. Did you carry

for are 'thank you Stephano'. Emphasis on i

e look stupid. And did you kn

ersion of who wants

rious S

d go to open my laptop but she puts her h

eck. In the last two seconds, I've conjured ten different ways to kill her withou

breaths Stephano, deep br

ome back later because I'm busy. Now get your hands off my laptop, I'

l you answer

ing slapped me. "Did you just slap me?", I ask he rising to my feet. I'm still trying to process wha

me to do it again?", The

lp it. My hand lashes out and wraps her small n

g dare you?