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
Monte
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
tep. His fingers c
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
h
t f
from e
ad bumped into
th fire in
er ground, despite know
en
nst the glass. She had irritated him. Defied h
d
rept onto
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