Bound To Her Mafia

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t decide if it's a blessing or a curse that I'd have to fini

all the other men in the inner circle." Ethan says in my ear as I

gate armed with cameras and men situated outside - m

h the Italian mafia, I was not one who enjoyed violence nor was I exposed to it. I was

rm around me and bring me into his side protectively. "They're cool, Tweety, they're only here to protect you." He mumbles, but instead of finding confidence in his

ne like that si

mbering how I got the nickname. I was eight and obsessed with tweety bird and w

say, his soft tone long gone and replaced with one void

m as well. It's only a moment before I hear the clanking of the gate and feel

hom. I knew that only about a dozen of Alejandro Gonzalez's closest men

ou." Ethan whispers and I beam up at him, all traces of fear va

n excitement. "Take me to my bedroom, please." I say excitedly as Et

nsive material

the marble floors and the grand staircase, occasionally sendi

doors. "This floor is strictly Alejandro's floor, but you're bedroom is on this floor with hi

end of the long hallway, with a few other doors along the middle on either side. I

re in the east wing with all the other men." He says leading me

p and rush forward into the large bedroom that's almost the size of a football field. The s

s modern furniture and chandelier to it's intricate hand

lik

ank you! Thank you! Thank you!" I scream in delight as he laughs and spins m

large walk in closet and

eady. I smile in content seeing my sleepwear all put awa

so that I often sleep in silk nighties, or two piece

me a proper tour of the manor. "When do I get to meet Alejandr

y know enough not to ask any questions, knowing that I wouldn't like the answer and

own the nerves at t

r men in my life. From what I'd heard, he wasn't swee

se it was something I ha