The Billionaire's Cousin

ough the floor-to-ceiling curtains cast long shadows across the lavish hotel suite, the warm glow doing little to e

ll came cr

ny Ph

Mafia boss. The man she had met under the

gne, of leather and something undeniably masculine. Her gaze darted around the room, taking in the opulent décor-dark mahogany fur

c se

here. She wasn't supposed

she

ere was no

e voice cut thro

re aw

n the soft morning light. His chiseled, bare torso was on full display, his sculpted muscles tense as he

e sheets. "I... I should go." Her vo

ay that made her stomach twist. He turned from the window, crossin

mockery. "Back to that miserable excuse

inched at

t my life," she snapped, her

st her chin, tilting her face up to meet his gaze. "I know that you cry yourself to sleep every night. I know that every b

et them fall. She had spent too long being wea

care?" she

pped. To feel powerless." His gaze flickered with something raw-something almost... vulnerable. But it was gone just

reath caug

rous. "You spent the night with me, Sop

in her gut-fear, exciteme

said firmly, despite t

is expression darkening.

shifted instantly, the tension between them momentarily severed. Anthony's

to reveal a tall man in

but urgent. "There's been an in

ain from her face. Her s

ing the sheets aside, her bare f

e turned his head slightly, his expr

ble," the man in the suit said instead. "And whethe

nees nearl

dn't be h

," Anthony said, hi

closing the door behin

inched at

morning, beaten within an inch of

gasp left So

band...

ger, worry, maybe even fear-

unfazed. He poured himself another drink

" the man continued. "Whoe

hed a brow.

pocket and pulling out a small, folded

it, his eyes sc

ut warning,

she took a hesitant step f

ward her, allowing her to s

way fro

n down Sop

as abo

her voice barely a whisp

fingers tightening around the paper. "

ard. "And what are

and the promise in his ey

g to send

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