Sold To The Mafia Lord ( Mafia obsession)
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d as she
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respond. Didn't slow down. She simply kept walking, even as hea
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paused midair. His expression didn't change, bu
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argued
of footsteps echoing down the hallway, fol
by the table, unsure
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sharpened, slicing th
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nced up,
she said quietly. "But I
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. "I don't u
int stubble along his jaw, the tired weight behind his eyes. B
d, voice low and dark. "No
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felt something bl
che. A terri
e'd arrived in this house, she didn'
t terrif
de him was splintering. "If he speaks to you
r voice barely a w
word, he turned
r he'd gone, her heart pounding in her ch
ilia lay awake in bed. Her fingers touched the
e felt disgus
could think about
elong
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d it... like he mea
aybe, he hadn't mea
, a glass untouched in his hand. His jaw was cl
't break
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ed at him like he
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