Runaway With The Mafia

ponsibilities, and the realization sparked sudden irritation. The couple frequentl

lla as originally planned? Wh

, while Diane appeared distressed or unwell. Frustrated, Sandro tossed the

andro detested being told what to do-it was in his nature to be in control. Steppi

cations, and relationships. Visiting his neighbor's flat stripped h

in. The house beyond the gate suddenly fell silent, the woman's screams overtaken by the howling wind. Minutes t

espo

e began to slide open, revealing a man with hard blue eyes attempting a forced smile. "Hey mate. What can I d

e behind him as he stepped forwar

th escaping him, concealed poorly with laughter. "My wife

ross the man's broad fore

back? She neve

e that did nothing to convince Sandro, as he was aware of the underlyi

eye was swollen shut, her lips split in three places. Blood stained her bare arms, a

before he could act, the man caught her around the waist, laughing and ki

ro as he said, "It's a kind of hers." His blue eyes

is gaze from her, S

ed grey eye pleaded

on Harake

ise to his wife on her deathbed that he would never return to that life-a life where he had been untouchable and invincible. Alt

erately avoided looking at the wo

quickly interjected, "Would you care

amouflage it with another insincere smile. Sandro, however, focused on Anastasia and the intense gaze of her gre

e feared,

lightly. "I must decline your offer, but thank you. I have plans." Plans or just a workload-it mad

n line of displeasure. A proud creature with striking features, she was. While she may have

e curved her lips. "Of

right decision. Yet, one thought dominated his mind

.

droom, she was bent over the arm of a luxurious green couch, her hair gr

she noticed Sandro standing by his window, his blood ran hot

, and desire darkened her gaze. She smirked at hi

y concealing his arousal. It was impossible for her to see him. His

to the shower fully clothed. Time lost its meaning as he stood under the relentless st

This time, the water offered no solace, so he

a woman, not since Priscilla's tragic passing. Sandro held himself

lan and hand over the family business to his younger bro

sled his damp hair. He couldn't continue this way-lusting a

ness from Deo. It made him wish to purge his mind and eyes of everything he had

rs saved, relying instead on his photographic memory. Yet, that same memory made it impossible to

red on the first r

e glass and suppressing a groan as the liqui

in the background. "Two offers,

arket, Jon. I've d

ter a pause, Neo spoke again, his voice hesitant. "You haven't heard the

over to Erwin when he stepped aside as the heir. He cherished it; Priscilla cherished it. He had planned to sell it when the

intrusive thoughts sparked by the sight of that woman. "I don't care, Jon. Remove the covers fr

ten teased him about being a soft-hearted man hiding behind harsh words he never

oice unsteady. "The house wil

d, satisfied

ork and drove down the street, his life took a dramatic turn when a woman