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Sold to the máfia Dom

Sold to the máfia Dom

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Chapter 1 Mattia

Word Count: 1130    |    Released on: 09/04/2025

ed myself in a soft white cotton robe, the gentle scent of soap still hanging in the air. Each step on the cold bathroom floor echoed agai

ominating the center of the room, just the way I liked it. My phone vibrated in

t dry, almost impatient, as I sat on the edge of

for a while!" he grumbled on the other end, in a tone that, to others

wn and talk. I hope it's abou

ps on my face. I caught my reflection in the distant mi

do paused. "The merchandis

my image, and I paused, observing myself for a moment. That reflection

on't forget my cut of the money and the not

o room for objections. Something in Ric

my voice lower now,

ll bring e

o entertain uncertainty. I cursed silently and

e was no room for mistakes - not even in appearance. Just as I was about to leave the room, I heard a k

through the silence, snapp

e others are here, they brought s

quick wave of my hand. She nodded and hurried off. I closed the do

roper soldiers around a stack of boxes in the center of the living room. The room's opulence was overwhelming to anyone not used to

aced with anticipation. Riccardo nodded and walked over to

of the weapon. I smiled. It was perfect. Every detail screamed precision and power. I unlocked

my tone almost playful - but the sharp focus o

. Please," he said

e back to Riccardo, who placed it bac

at down, crossing my legs. I always enjoyed testing the li

ke. She placed everything carefully on the coffee table, but before I could say a

cing the air like a blade. "Do

ths full, like kid

cakes are..." Riccardo trie

eared through the door. The men finished eating in sil

ending my hand as he pulled out a stack of cash and placed it on the table in front of me. The si

, I distributed the rest to the guys, reserving the biggest portion for

sn't the money. It was the absolute c

." I signaled for him to hand it over. Riccardo hesitated for a seco

ales were good. The cocaine was flowing like water, a

cked on a

hrone with the notebook in hand, my eyes blazing at Ric

rage. I marched over to Riccardo, who was now sweating, visibly

ain..." he began, but I

voice came out in

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