Stolen By The Mafia Boss

cent of expensive cologne lingering in the air. A throbbing headache

ndings became clear,

a bedroom-n

her was massive, draped in satin sheets. A fireplace crackled in the cor

she was still wearing her dress from the nigh

ing voice shatt

re aw

i, standing near a sleek bar, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

he demanded, he

in my home. You should feel honored, tesoro. Not many people

ched the sheet

shouldn't have?" He set his glass down and strode toward her, his

over her. She expected violence, threats, maybe even cruel amuseme

he murmured, his voic

fear warred wi

aw, his eyes gleaming with somethin

waste something

, her breath shak

sound low and dange

all, suited man stepped inside

ent longer before he turned away. "St

hind him, leaving Elena

contin