Unmasking My Mafia Fiancé

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h his disheveled hair. "The Don wants results yesterday, and Ol

w. I poured him a glass of water. I played the quiet, competent caretaker h

nd in the ensuing quiet, h

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se. Even in his subconsci

skin crawl. "See? I knew you'd come. You'll never leave me." He reached

lashed across the screen. It was Olivia. I could see the words fro

patient shattered, replaced by raw panic. He rippe

scrambling out of bed.

et. He paused and looked back at me-not with love, but wit

d with a dismissive wave. "You

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ut. The last shred of pity I might have felt for him didn't just

y luggage into the trunk of my car. As I slammed it shut, a familiar black

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e saw my bags in the back seat. His mout

nected to his phone, sprang to life. Olivia'

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ing. He slid back into the driver's seat and s

choed from the car's speaker as

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