CAUGHT BY THE MAFIA BOSS

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was entering into

of uncertainty that lay wide before her for the smallest fraction of a second. The guards standing there were just as distracting, for she had hardly

stare and salute

er's corner. He was a deliberate man, that one, because all the five men he brought with him were in

o say anything. Yet, their eyes met, and she found a cruel look waiting for her beneat

eared almost otherworldly. Once it did, the man got out of the car door which his driver held open for him, and vanished inside of the house. She stood outside, dumbfounded, and even

has asked me to prepare

to spring up on her, and something from within wanted her to renounce her promises,

t. A short distance before her, the woman stood waiting, and Aria

up in the walls pumped a cool wind on her skin as she walked past. The walls were white and the lights reflected off them in a colou

give you this room.

ent. There was a queen size bed in the middle of the room, and everything on the inside seemed to promise her comfort and luxury.

Aria turned to see the wom

and Aria thought there was something fiery

then. And the best thing you will

oddly suspicious of her, and for good

here. I do not know why, but I will only ask that you be w

as indeed something motherly and comforting about her heavily accented voice as she he

or yourself to be called upon. As for more clot

nt me to do?" Aria asked, now confused. She had her s

nts you with

ria's eyes

s he want

ill not try to sleep with you tonight. But he wants you for a reason you might never kn

the room. She could only swallow and sit and wait for what would happen whil

ng at

ne. The room was a pretty, tidy place, but she

his? What had

, but now she did not know if

r answer led to Anita coming again, her head peeking t

that only ended before a mighty, mahogany double door that parted to reveal a grand room with red curtains and carpets.

jet black hair of his that had been drawn into a tight ponytail. His blue eyes were sharp enough to cut diamonds, and so was the trace of his jawline. He sat composed in this

say, his voice reverbe