The Mafia Billionaire's Obsession

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rept through the dimly lit hallway, her bre

ten, its chimes ringing through

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shoulder. It wasn't much-just an old hoodie, a bottle of water, and

to get

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r leaning against the doorway, arms

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ounded. "I mean

here, huh? You've never even been to a grocery store. You have no friends, no conn

he's right. But s

per. "You're nothing without this house. No one

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on her heel

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chen, dodging a startled maid

l night air hit

top. Ju

f damp roses thick in the air. The mansion's perimeter fence loom

had to

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eet. Fif

ingers curling ar

around her waist an

throat as she struggled

ease! I wa

e sent chills

ce murmured in her ear. "T

That accent. Deep.

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ed to see him. Dark eyes. Scarred brow. An e

le beneath his crisp black suit. Tattoos curled up h

e the men her pare

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of amusement, as if she were a p

id, tilting his head. "Where were y

e way his presence unse

." He loosened his gri

her, taking in her messy hair, the hoodie drowning her frame, the fear f

still burning where he'd touc

shifted in

id quietly.

om the house. Guard

und her out here, her father would

, ready to

aught h

er skin, firm but not painful. His dark eyes sear

er shock,

he mu

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hed her disappear into the shadows, his

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