Mafia Baby Milk Mother

nding before Damian Lupo's home felt like staring into the abyss. Her heart pounded in her chest, each beat a reminder of the stakes at play. Sh

stiff and commanding. Arielle's gaze followed him, and the instinctive chill that ran down

ce wasn't just felt.

rves, knowing that her chance was slipping away if she didn't act fast. She approached the fro

or creaked open. A woman stood in front of her, dress

asked, her voice

for a second, but she quickly gathered herself. "I've come to offer m

ld feel the scrutiny in the air. She was being judg

an stepped aside and gestured for Arielle to en

polished marble floors reflected the opulence of the place, and every inch of the space exuded wealth and power. But it

She could hear voices ahead, and the closer they got, the more

sive mahogany desk. His back was to her, but even without seeing his face, A

reverberating in the quiet room. "This

eemed to stop. His gaze was cold, calculating-yet there was something else in it. Something

for my son?" His voice was d

. Lupo. I can help. I've heard you need someone for

is chair, studying her. His eyes flickered with something unre

h with authority. "There's a certain... desperation about you. A des

ere because I need to protect myself," she replied, her voice

mile. "You think I'll protect you just becaus

dn't be easy. "What do you want in return?" she

. I want to know that when the time comes, you'll do whate

thing far darker than she had anticipated. But the protection he offered was the only way forward. And

wouldn't know

ipping from her lips before she could second-guess hers

I can see that you're not a

, his presence overwhelming. He didn't touch her, but

about making sure you understand what it means to be under my protection."

emed smaller, the tension more suffocating. She didn't know if she was ready for what

aking the silence. "Let