His Reluctant Obsession

the black car, arms folded tight acros

tes. Barbed wire and stone. Like she was b

r driver-a man she didn't recognize-hadn't either. Just stiff

n during their last girls' night. It looked so out of place now. So... wrong. Like some other version of her had exis

. Not this p

dy might've worn it, but her soul refused to. She tugged

like. Nikolai Moretti. Her futu

ld? Or cruel? Worse

ulling through wrought-iron gates that l

sharply, sat

uld no

ld not

hoever he was-the satisf

the devil, she'd do it with fire

rrived at the M

by tall marble columns and cold gray stone. It looked less like a h

c of her dress as the driver stepp

hesi

reath

nst the stone driveway as she stood. Her spine s

here. Or maybe it

ed open before

der. Grim-faced, dressed in black, with a

a stiff nod. "This way. The Co

ome. No

she exp

ed to perfection. The walls were lined with gold-framed oil pa

se itself was

f he

am Giancarlo De Luca. It

Nikolai's Consigliere with an handshake

dressed in a tailored black suit that screamed both wealth and danger but he looked younger like a man in his prime-his grey hair slicked backwards as thoug

spine straight despite t

he said, her

smile. "You'll find that things are done d

ourney went well. The Don had some urgent business to att

idn't

do here until then?" she aske

ened, just enough to

clair." He handed some documents to

arrives. We need to discuss the te

his smirk left as quickly as it came

his right. Before she could reply, two s

Sinclair to

sage wa

no longe

perty being

clicking sharply against the stone as s

go, then pulled a phon

e," he sai

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xactly what y

there aft

a teasing grin as

ecome more interestin