Sold To The Mafia Lord ( Mafia obsession)

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y, his voice clipped and devoid of warmth. The man who once watched her in the

aybe s

er of his grand estate. A thing

pulence that once made her gape now felt like a prison. The chandeliers, the oil pai

ned it all wouldn't

se. She thought it was better, that she could endured it when she first arrived. She must have been a fool. She caught a glimpse of him one afternoon by the stairwell. Talking to a man in a crisp

is eyes flicked up to hers, there was

away witho

e watching

on his office door. She cou

ans

ence. "Lucien," she said, so

in the frame, tall and ruthless

do you

"I... I just

m bu

een avoid

're property. I don't

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st mistake," he cu

lades. Precise.

. You do as you're told.

to hold her ground

tly. "If you've forgotten the term

ened, but her h

t don't confuse that with kindness. I don't care if you cry. I don't

landed l

ut.

, just in case you try this again next. You do not come to me unless I summone

fused to let them fall. Not

readable. Then he turned and

lammed in

her plate blurred into colors and nothingne

sn't h

s unra

ht of it all, the mansion, the silence, the contract she

as tw

so

pped. Her choices gone. And the only man who had once show

er room, she stared at

ked the

g in her eye

ere hol

ken, bu

could. And so she makes up her mind, he wante