The Mafia Billionaire's Obsession

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y, her breath shallow, ears straining for any sound. The clock in the main h

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. It wasn't much-just an old hoodie, a bottle of water, and the small amount

e house. She knew exactly which door to take-the one leading to the service entrance. It was

ast the gate, sh

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r leaning against the doorway, arms

r spilling over her shoulders, Victori

ter, her hair tied in a messy knot, and her face

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Elena." She tsked. "You're actu

ounded. "I mean

here, huh? You've never even been to a grocery store. You have no friends, no conn

he's right. But I

thou

per. "You're nothing without this house. No one

e rage boiling inside her. Victoria wan

n't weak. N

on her heel

voice rang through

tartled maid and pushing open the side door. Th

top. Ju

hanting in

f damp roses thick in the air. The mansion's perimeter fence loom

had to

heart hammering against her ri

ingers curling ar

around her waist an

he struggled, kicking and thrashin

e sent chills

ce murmured in her ear. "T

That accent. Deep.

e Ru

d to see him. Dark blue eyes. Scarred brow. A

le beneath his crisp black suit. Tattoos curled up h

e the men her pare

as w

le he had yet to figure out. "Now, tell me, little mouse," he said,

e way his presence unse

ee me. You, however..." His gaze flicked over her, taking in her messy hair, the hoodie drowning

still burning where he'd touc

shifted in

id quietly.

om the house. Guard

und her out here, her father would

, ready to

aught h

er skin, firm but not painful. His dark eyes sear

er shock,

he mu

ed. Why would

e my mind," he adde

idn't

he night, not dar

hed her disappear into the shadows, his

im murmur to hims

hat moment, that she had

ouldn't