A Contract with the Ruthless Mafia Billionaire

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voice as I spoke to the customer even though my legs

urmuring thanks as I turned away just as the bell above the door jingle

for the next order. My feet were already sore, my back screaming to stop but the only

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idn't recognize as it lit up the screen, with no caller ID. My brows pulled t

thing. I pressed the phone tighter to my ear, thinking m

oid of emotion. "If you want to see him alive, don't you dare call the

age popped up, one line specifying the address I was supposed to be at. I

id Noah just ge

gs carrying me before my head could even process anything as

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al, too beautiful to be hosting a nightmare. The secur

and nodding. Inside, everything gleamed-marble floors, sleek chand

walking with that same stiff, robotic precision, his suit perfectly pressed w

ming in my throat, but it stuck there. I shouldn't have come her

vator. No buttons or keycard, yet the doors opened on t

in black stationed at the ends of the hallway, or the opulent gold decor t

t. But I did. Everyone in the city knew it... even if they pretended not to. A symbol

imson

n't just

nal organization in New York, and my brother

that was when I finally came face to face with him, the leader of the Crimson Ci

t how....how the hell is it possible that he is the leader of the Crimson

ng on a throne... casual, confident, and impossibly powerful. One leg crossed over the other, his arms res

et my voice shake, but God. Those eyes. A flush crep

g darker. I stepped forward, trying not to show the fear creeping into

ng brother stole from me. Two million dollars. And let's s

blurted. "Whatever i

le girl who works in a cafe and owns a tiny little art stud

course, he was fucking powerful so he was supposed to kn

suddenly, the air between us turned electri

e weather. "Your body. Your mind. Your obedienc

over the shock of what he just

slowly from his chair. "One year. You belong to me, do what

ur brother walks out alive and untouched," he added, lik

fted his hand, picking up a remote as he pressed it onto

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His head was hanging low. A man stood bes

God....

until I almost fell to the floor. He st

o decide if your brother