The Mafia's Boy Toy

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it, and when Dimitri gives an order, you don't ask questions. You follow it,

had ever had to do for him. I wasn't just on another mission. No. This time, I was pla

such a thing, but it would also be madness to

y sister's cancer. And when the time came to pay him back, I couldn't. Dimitri would have killed me, but he kept

ing about me. He knew I could hack into anywhere, steal anything

e kep

son I was so loyal to Dimitri was because if he killed me, my sister would have had no one to look after her. The little girl had stage four cancer and was

her. She was the only family I had left, and so was I to her. Dimitri could hurt her to get to

n't see a way out. And when my path crossed with Salvatore's, I just knew that there was never going to be a t

re's men during my mission, and from the next morn

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After I

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as a bald man walked out of the room with an empty bucket in his hand. I don't know how long I was out, but I groaned from having a stiff ne

was meant to be the next day afte

da

birthday

apart on the ground. I looked above my head and swallowed in fear at the sight of my

o kill me. It's over. I'm

s men get informed that I would be

someone walks into the room

aritone voice says dryly, and

s TERRIFYING. I have heard about him, and seen a few headshots, but nothing prepared me

someone be so... huge? He looks like a bodybuilder. Does he do t

oduction. I already

re Morano-the

intense they seem like they can see right into my soul. He is so massive he loo

actly what his aura gives. Power. Raw, unfiltered, and boast

ear. And the scar across his l

the centre of the room, leaning back with the ease of a p

my back, and my heart starts po

plan to do with the item in my safe? "He questions, and I swallow. Although his voice is

t, not the right ones. But if I don't give him

time any further, I'll make sure you never see the light of

n aloud in shock, and he

ild coma, and you finally came arou

out for th

's birthday. She

mockingly, and I come back to earth. I need to see my sister. I can't imag

eed to get out of here. But

today. Looks like I'll have to get my hands dirty squeezing answers out of

ers, my eyes travel over his bare

ifferent drawings and writings I can't decipher on his back. I suddenly begin to feel hot, in

t looking at the leather weapon, I kno

It will take the fun out of things. "He says as he begins to run his fingers over the leather of the whip in his hands, and although his words alar

ds feel like. Rough? Calloused? Or surprisingly soft. It is insane. I know. I can not explain it, but st

ngernails, and in general, I can tell

David. He's abou

what did you plan to do with what's in my safe? How do you even know what it is? "He questions as he

ing above his cupid bow-shaped lips. Lips that are pink but so pink they're utmost red. His long-shaped face screams intimidation and perfection. Who are this man's parents? Do they know how g

ck to earth. Shit! I've been gawking at him like a fool. I look away in

t an er

to look at him. I see a small smirk on his face and I feel horror consume me. I look dow

at

t him, appalled by his words. His tone was almost amused, but his eyes

ords come out. Instead, I feel my embarrassment

me, and Salvatore Morano w