Mafia's Little Dove

on and irritation. The scent of citrus cleaner and fresh linen lingered

rayal. The shipment of cocaine was still missing, and the man who had tried

The weight of his empire pressed down on him

h

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was soft b

gaze fli

ad been in his employ for a decade, long enough to know when to speak and when to keep h

, prepared to walk pas

's h

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d, her voice ca

in his ja

mething sharper. Without a word, he turned and strode dow

onal woman-had a habit of pushing

open his b

ere sh

ci

ke a satisfied cat. Her dark hair spilled over the pillows,

"Tardaste mucho en llegar, cariño." [Y

razor-sharp. "¿Qué demonios estás haciendo en m

you, obviously." Her voice was coaxing, sultry. "You've b

ience s

eraras?" [Did I ask

fore she recovered, flipping her dark hair ov

less laugh le

oser, looming over her. "We fuck, Lu

ngers tightening around t

jacket, tossing it onto

r to something softer. Something pleading. "You're tired," she mu

he could touch him, his grip

rted in sho

is voice like steel. "No right to let yourself in.

hard. "I just wa

aw cl

he only reason you're still around is b

fened. "

dals you make disappear. That is why you are still here, Lucinda." His gaze w

hed as if he

d between them,

ou're such a cold bas

ime to react bef

ingers digging into her upper arm. The silk she

as tight.

ar en mi casa sin mi permiso." [Don't ever co

dulged her games, the man who humored her advances. W

had always t

ips brushing against h

n mi habitación." [And don't e

d see it in his eyes-the finality

barely abl

nother word, stepping back.

shaking as she clutched it to her chest. Without another glance, she

hind her with a

temples throbbed, his body tense with irritation. The nig

or the door

in his room

windows that overlooked the Madrid skyline. The city twinkled beneath

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from e

ad bumped into

th fire in

er ground, despite know

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nst the glass. She had irritated him. Defied h

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