Runaway With The Mafia

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rrying him a year later. Their union wasn't born out of love but

surrender, to play the docile role Jayson required. She adapted to kneel submissively at his feet without

asn't truly hers, although Jayson liked to give her the illusion of ownership by leaving her in solitu

y move. If she attempted to flee, he would find her, as he had before. The longest she

captor and captive, where she relied solely on him. He provided her with sustenance, care, and clothing. Whil

ar cry from the romantic love she read about in book

m. Jayson was not the type to cradle or comfort her at night. He wouldn't bring her break

ds he inflicted. He never professed love, nor noticed when she changed her hairsty

ntensified over the last three months. He scarcely allowed her out of her room, a departure from his previous be

intain her facade. Her patience was fra

called her a cheating whore. He accused her of betrayal, hitting her with such fo

was unfaithful with their neighbor, likening her actions to the horrors she e

ore thrown Anastasia's harsh life back at her as if she ha

tinctively, smashing a wine bottle against his head. She hadn't antici

o the street, only to find hersel

trong, warm fingers encircled her arm. "Mrs. Harake?" The hint of panic

rusted it-she knew beautif

at the edges, contrasting the coldness within. Thick lashes brushed against his tanned skin as his gaze f

yesterday, he raised his brows while

I... I don't know. There was a lot of blo

, not meeting her eyes as he replied, "

she recoiled when he stepped closer. Expecting a blow, she shielded her face instinctively but instead fel

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ght have just killed my husband and you're asking if I'm alright?" she retorted,

s her gaze, Anastasia noticed the tattoo, a red and black dragon, that p

roared to life. He honked three times, prompting h

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r what had happened, after what he had said,

g and distressed lingered. She knew how he would react to her ab

or peering out from his sedan. "I have places to be

. Rushing to the other side, she tugged at the handle of the car. When the tinted window slid

..." Her voice faltered as the realization hit her-she had nowhere to go in

right into the car of a stranger. You're either fearless or foolish. Or both. I don'