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