Mafia KIng and his Obsessed Slave

t dress which was hiding her curves very perfectly. Her long black hair stood in a wavy pattern as a chu

cheeks as she stand by her mother who wore a decent outfit as she

her mother, who wore a decent outfit as she caressed Martina's head, making a smile sm

e Isabella coo at her baby. They were busy chatting with each other, but t

bs up to him while smiling. "Good," Isabella said, which made Vincent scowl as

rings as he spoke. "Martina," his voice turned serious as her smile faded while l

ith concern laced in his voice as Martina nodded her head in understanding. She knew that they were being strict just for her safety, bu

alk to anyone, and if someone tries to say something tou, ignore them. You will not r

ep forward Martina stopped and said. "Wait, you both go; I forgot my mobile. I wi

ttend to many people there," he spoke with worry. "Don't worry, Vincent; I

tepped outside their house. "I know, but we can't keep her hidden forever," she spoke. "W

head while waving her mobile, making both of them smile, but from the

ed the house before sitting beside Vincent. Martina took the back seat as

he road, gaining her attention. "Yes, Dad, I remember. I won't leave bot

night with lights as she thought about her destination, and again that strange feeling cam

igure it out. She was too overwhelmed by her parent's raised voice and the excitement took ov

rted pounding inside her chest and a lump formed in her throat, but she swallowed it and f

held her hand as they started walking with Martina in between them. As they came to the entrance, there we

softly as they passed them, making Martina release her breath. "I'm f-fine, Mom; it's just a little cold here," she lied,

indow. She gasped while seeing the gigantic and decent place for the first time in real

n her mother slightly shook her. She looked around at the people and found most of

busied themselves on their own. In the crowd, a pair of grey eyes w

nowingly caught the attention of someone who