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h

antos, complains annoyingly. He's been going on and

y shoulders as I wrap my fingers around

. "You just turned twenty-five and you haven't eve

still young,

t my eyes. I can't deal with his crap right now. He's alwa

hirty, at the most." He stops before speaking again, hoping this last sentence

up right now, I'l

illionth time since I have turned twenty-five. If it was up to th

not that I had to comply to him, I didn't. But I respect him, and I'm exhausted of him taking advantage of the f

ving in and wanting to ruin

ory leans onto his face as he s

okay with her marrying so young?" I interrogate, slightly bot

didn't mind." He shakes his hea

e-gap topic and ask t

'd change my mind if he didn't reply fast enough. Whi

fonso? Spa

mies, but they aren't the best buddies either. I see why father wants me to marry the heir of th

e's something odd about that family. Why would he want to marr

u-trying to get me t

ut, speaking of the most obvious reason Dominic wou

dinner at their house tomorrow, 7:00 pm. I'll send you the address." Then, f

ea

ntions as he walks out the door, s

in'

wo years younger than me, an

pocket, only to be disappointed by the notifi

rg

you pick

urself,

rg

re telling me to drive myself? We

. You're fuc

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ave

rg

:( I'll be re

to

rg

nd take a sip of my Whiskey, swirling the glass around after. I

do a double take as quick as I can. A girl walks

seen her a

she

s are executed perfectly as she walks, swaying her hips. Her dark, curly hair

ith naturally long hai

reen eyes light up as soon as she sees a guy walking towards

sh

watch as he pulls back and leans in

e rejec

y fucking drink

awkwardly and he leans in for

you have to

e godda

k. A very short, fast one that do

ear someone

how that guy is staring at her tits, not

serves

my mafia. "The shipments, boss." He takes a moment to see if he has my co

s someone bloc

rritated at the entire day. First my father forcing this arrange

h to mess with my business? I

ery woman. I see the little frat boy leading her somewhere off to t

u

owing it's probably Serg

u

u

z.

e shithead and as soon as I see the me

a

e no see

to keep i

a

ng married? You're not

other and sister, you think

a

I guess we

my

at fucking bastard. He has some blo

ot through my hands, making me look down a

ly, knowing what t

answer, greeting he

osa, Dio. Lo odio, cazzo-" She rambles on and on, her nervousness clearer than ever. (Did Ramos t

twenty-one years old. I feel horrible, not

t more than that, she has the sweetest fucking soul, who

rò cazzo se prova qualcosa. Non c'è bisogno di a

t do shit. I'll fucking kill him if he tries anything. You

eaths until she speaks again, "Graz

look up just in time to see tha

myster

She walks over to the barstool she was si

ck with mine. She's absolutely gorgeous. I tilt my head

so damn per

or, but it felt like years. Suddenly, her eyes were off me and on that damn bartender who's giving

shes into the room, breathlessl

purely regretting my entire existence at this m

outside, behind my club. I look down, and see two men in a pool

d my club? On the guards watch?" I s

He explains, furiously furrowing his eyebrows. "Someone hack

My.