CLAIMED BY THE MAFIA KINGS 1st of the Mafia Queen Series

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about watching someone who does

ious to the way eyes followed her, lingering a second too long, drawn in by something they couldn't quite name. But I knew. I had always known. She had that

walk away from me. Let her think she had choice

ble routines, blending into the background. No, women like her were meant to be claimed, meant to be watched, meant to be

touchable as she pretended to be. There was something fragile there, something waiting to be shattered: and I wanted to be the one to break her. Not t

a while, amused by her resistance, intrigued by the fire in her eyes whenever I got too close. But fire could be

was st

free, but freedom was an illusion. A pretty lie she told herself w

was bea

windows were tinted dark enough that no one could see inside, but my view of the house was cle

c how easily she'd fa

realize the da

she

ally. I had been patient, letting her play house in Leo's world, watching her get tangled in h

thrill in it

e and rebellion, and every time she

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t by the time he realized what wa

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city, thought he owned her. But I knew him. I knew how he operated, how his mind wo

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from my thoughts. I glanced at the screen, a mes

e house. Alone.

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e she was finally feeling it: that pull, that unease that told

ll han

seat and exhaled slowly, feeling the

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letting Leo think he was in control, letting him

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