Caught by the Mafia Boss

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other. It was not a long distance between the door and where he sat, but it felt endless and unsure for her, so that she lost the feeling of life i

yes watching her as well, like a specimen under scrutiny as they dissected and tore her apart. Not a single one of those eyes mattered as much as his

yes showed nothing of the calm that the heart feels at the sight of that colour, but showed cruelty. It was t

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ld out his hand, and one of his men handed him a small bowl of grapes. He took one, tossed it in his mou

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stare at her with an expression that communicated his unwi

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is room, her eyes on him the entire time. Her heart pounded with anticipation, not knowing what he was going to do nex

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clenched her jaw. Then she looked him straight in the

dress shirt, which was tucked into a pair of cotton trousers. He rolled up the sleeves of that shirt, exposing a golden watch before bowing down so that his face hung

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of his hand, so that she reeled backwards to the floor and fell into the carpet. Her mouth hung open, and she

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to the floor in the same manner. This time, she rushed to g

," he grinned, before asking

en spat a mouthful of

em made. To Aria, this was a sign that she had made her mark, and that they knew she was a different breed, stubbor

tuck to his trim frame. He unbuckled it and drew it out in one slick motion, holding it in his hand and standi

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ttempted to attack him. It was a grave, sorry mistake. He moved aside with the ease of someone who could have seen her coming in slow motion, so that she fell t

round cheered. Her moves made it clear that she was not the reason for their excitemen

hands to send her down to the ground where she lay, hea

e we have here