IN LOVE WITH THE RUTHLESS MAFIA KING

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n here but it feels like hours upon ho

those men broke into my apartment. All I remember is them corne

m surrounded by these strange men who sound as though they have Italian accents, in a room with

t, watching as the familiar man from before enters again. Two small cups in each o

ding it out so the man can sit on it, a

of the cups on the floor by his foot and holding the

elieving him. Flicking my eyes back up at him uncertainly, he

orearms on them, rubbing his hands together before toying

e begins. "Ho

two." I

response, rolling his lips

shly. "I don't know. I gues

eyes up to his and watch as he continues to st

u do not know mine." He says as he straightens

scles under his top straining against the thin material. A small chain is barely no

t to know why you took the pict

ill going on about

picture of you and your big scary friends on purpose

run if it wasn

started chasing you, would you run? Or would you wait and see if

breath from his mouth, lifting his brows

uld've been dead for all I know." I tell him. "

g brown eyes study me hard as though he's either deep in thought or he's

s I feel it cut my skin for what feels like the hundredth tim

N

nd purposely making rather dramatic wimping noises

m his seat and walking around the back of my chair. His large hands swi

too

of me and look down at them, noticing cuts an

of water off the ground again, holding

her too, bringing it to his lips and dr

osed to believ

says. "You should

at make s

ues. "Into the whole drugging

g for? A pat on

tures for me t

or not. I mean, I am ridiculously thirsty and if i

rom him, trying to control my shaking hands a

back to him once I'm done, which I do, and

thing Arie. I c

ows. "What d