The Mafia's Obsession; His Little Plaything
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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