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The Mafia's Obsession; His Little Plaything

Chapter 4 Four

Word Count: 1092    |    Released on: 25/02/2025

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me and engulfing me in a swift hug. "M

the gentleman who bid me farewell and went on his way

hug. I stared at her in shock and admiration. Just

o home," I whispered. I didn't care what they thought of me;

oo depressed to speak. She pushed me gentl

. Then you can tell me where you

. She had always told me she missed racing, and I coul

d excused herself after getting me settled. I was serve

she said, pushing the clothes toward me while I smile

lready t

r I settled in, "where

our journey, and I intend to go today

nd and whatever transpired, but I'm ready, and

as soon as I returned. I smiled and picked out a less attractive outfit-a pair of jeans and

moment I returned to the room from th

n either keep the rest or give them away. I c

, while I hugged her. "I need to go

," she requested, her eye

ou don't h

coming back. I feel this might be the last t

ve years ago. I wished I had known the pit I was

plied, givin

train station. Nicole paid for the ticket, and in five minutes, I was alre

heart pounded incessantly, knowing I was

te, owned by my father-a wealthy businessman with

ntrance before finally mustering

ough the large hallway leading to

from domestic workers echoed as I walk

urn back and flee, but I was to

t in my throat as the door gav

hed me. "Moore, is that you?" She screamed, engulfing me in a wa

Madam Isabel echoed as she stopped in

ng profusely. She tapped me repeated

o her hands, inhaling her fa

turning back to me, pushing my sister away and enveloping me in her arms. She had

appointed you all. I'm so sorry," I cried,

ed, patting me gently on the back. Emily

race, and I immediately knelt, refusing to take my eyes a

d, clasping my hands togethe

t was the reaction I was expecting, I mus

ce. Was he really smiling at me? I glanced at Emily and Madam Isabe

g you here with Mr. Giordano, from that boy's house o

f as resounding step

orced to come here if I hadn't shown up? What baffled

of the man I had rejected six years ago sounded before me. His

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