My Sweet Revenge Against The Mafia Boss

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My body moved before my mind could catch up. The knife he'd used to pin my dress to the

tone as I tried to steady the pace of my breathing,

he muttered, his shadow stretching above me

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was strained, a

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The Reap

The mission... it d

slap echoed through the night. I gasped, quickly cov

. "You think you're ready to lead this fa

e turned to the side not daring to look up, th

ued, his voice cold and unforgiving. "You'll never a

into fists at his side

e her home. I'm leaving for a business trip

amilla? Oh shit! He

eavy with humiliation. When the coast was clear, I got

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nt gown I'd worn earlier. Every nerve in my b

, speaking to one of the maids. He was probabl

near the doorway. His presence felt comfort

d, my voice shaking despit

against my forehead. "Stay strong, mi niña,

those words ma

His face was swollen from The Reaper's slap, t

as he dismissed her wi

ce laced with barely suppressed an

moment, then ste

ed cautiously, glanci

ened. He didn

ed to look out the window, my eyes catching a familiar figure near the ga

ran down

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he didn't waste any time. He grabbe

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ce more terrifying than

s. Oh shit! I already knew where this was

o!" I screamed,

bbed my shoulders, his grip firm as he leaned in close. "Victor

onto h

pushed my legs apart, sinking his dick inside me. I groa

ighs and he moved harder, deepe

itched to his fingers, "V

causing me to scream even louder, I arched my

di

I looked into his eyes and all I saw was a demon, the way

against my neck and kissed me, his ton

re of this. With the last ounce of st

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or a moment, he just stared at me, his breathing heavy and ragg

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't enough to drown the bitterness inside me. I poured ano

matter how hard I tried, no matter what

to anything," his voi

y entire life had been about proving myself, but not

staring at the empty glass in my hand. "And when I do, I'll take over.

rmth spread through my body. My legs felt unsteady, and I stumbled t

f soft hands caught me. They were gentl

to care who it was. The hands guided me to

nst my face, soothing the

ce said, filled with quiet strength, "doesn't mean

gh the haze, settli

see who the voice belonged to, but