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Bound To Her Mafia

Chapter 5 Meeting Him II

Word Count: 1348    |    Released on: 26/03/2025

la's

ve, I tightened my arms aroun

tops himself as if thinking better of it. "Please don't hesitate to let me know if there is an

face as I give him an unconvinced nod, know

curry off into my bedroom, only allowing myself t

alize that was Alejandro Gonzalez - th

ed anything

.

ng and it was like tradition for all the men

for my day, luckily I didn't go back to school u

and maids as I passed them, I

wooden table sat in the middle, the men g

ing at head of the table listening to the man on his left say som

t-which also happens to be adjacent to him. I divert my gaze, immediately growing uncomfortable once

y?" A few of the other men turn to listen in as their

e with what they were doing. I had gathered it was a sign

eakfast laid before me, all the while f

one making all your arrangements so that your transition here is smooth." Ethan continue

eign and the soft tinge of guilt spreading across h

or the sake of everyone else before ig

our manners." He hisses at me and I want t

as everyone says she is." Alejandro chimes in, his deep voice so commanding and loud t

ing at me expectantly. I know what he's trying to tell me and so

t his demeanour is still void of

or your mamá and well, you of course." He says his accent peeking through and I gi

king about something but he decides better of s

le thinking of how uneasy

.

w claimed as my sanctuary. I debate on calling Mason or Ava but I think better of i

at how much she loved this thing. It wasn't the prettiest, b

and so with a less than excited huff, I get up and prepare my school uniform. It's onl

sized crew neck - one that reached mid thigh - in fear of another man

wl into bed, hiding my bare legs underneat

wing Alejandro's tall build to enter a

wooden floors with every step he takes, making me cringe. I thought shoe

giving me a good view of his muscular veiny forearms. The shirt exposing the muscular

wrist peeking out of the pocket of his slacks. He

oached my bed, his hands buried in his pockets. He looked so out of his eleme

stions nodding

to cover my bare legs from him

ssa. Don't feel like you have to cover up in front of me or any of my men." He takes a seat on

reminding myself that this was the Don of an affluent

u are free to wear whatever makes you comfortable in thi

at him for I didn't truly know what the man was capa

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