Spoil Me, My Mafia Lord

level of protection. I want them to be completely safe." Fynn instructed his butler, D

ted as if lost in deep contemplation. He'd kissed countless beautiful women, but none had ever cap

ift from the fiery spirit he'd seen in her eyes. Had he been too rough about the kiss? Or was it the lingering effects of Sebastian's cruelty that ha

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. Just yesterday, he had received a measly eight million bucks from Maximo. Now, seve

g on his lips. But as the image of Isabelle flickered in his mind, a pang of regret pierced his chest. He had almost backed

e saw her wearing lingerie, a flicker of doubt had crossed his mind. He truly loved her, but he couldn

lle, maybe we would still be getting married," h

he was sure his ex-girlfriend was already being exploited. He wanted to save her, but it was impossible. He couldn't just defeat the sy

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open, crafted from mahogany intricately carved with delicate designs and painted with liquid gold. As they entered, a

ively by a famous artist, like a modern replica of the Sistine Chapel. In the middle of the vast foyer, a chandelier made of thousands of Swarovsk

eps were polished wood imported from another country. To the left, a dining area with a long table could be seen, enough for twenty-four people, and to the righ

radise-like place with a helipad, an infinity pool that seemed to merge with the sky, and a gara

y greeted them. The bed was a king-sized canopy covered in silk and carved with gold.

ch felt like a cloud. He stood for a moment, o

And keep a close watch on her. No one enters this room without my authorization. I want the

sfied with the servant's response, Fyn

hoing in the vast mansion. Upon reaching the f

within minutes, Fynn's men had assembled-a group of high-caliber i

an aura of power and fear that immediately commanded respect. Standing before the long

No mistakes. Everything must be under our

ood beside him. The room was hushed, every e

he rest house. Watch over Isabelle's parents. I expect

n to leave. Fynn nodded in response. He dismissed the rest of his men to

e more thing we need to discuss and m

ears,

ntrol." Lance stood tall, unyielding, waiting for Fynn's next instructions. "Make sure this mess is cleaned up perfectly. Maximo is just a pawn. There's someone bigger, and we

and lit a cigarette. The smoke rose slowly into the air as his eyes surveyed the room, seemingly contemplating his ne

closed, as the image of Isabelle-her face,

Isabelle?" He reached for his trousers, his body responding to her.