Sold To The Mafia Lord ( Mafia obsession)

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or a long moment be

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t again. A

ned it in th

stions she wasn't ready to ask. Instead, she went about her day like nothing had changed, helpin

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he could feel it, how he vanished before she could catch hi

undo something that h

didn't

night guards were nothing more than faint shadows a

or was

in the armchair, one hand curled around a glass of

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he said

en set the glass down.

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at a pr

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lied. "But I

through his hair.

now

rayed my

w that

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where

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ft him t

o answer for

hook. "You could

ateral." The words hit like a slap. She stared

hted. "Your father didn't just run with my mon

said. "You'

sh I

he sank into the nearest

ing him go unpunished, was something I couldn't afford. So I took you. I kept you. Not becau

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ce softened.

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whispered,

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to the window, the glass

voice was low and broken. "Now I

re. Because she wasn't sure wha