The Mafia King's Alluring Affection

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running out! G

ains, the bright sunlight momentarily blinded me. I groaned while trying to pull

he little bundle of trouble rush out of my bedroom, hol

xed my bed while I glared at her, my frustration mounting. “No, seriously, you once yanked the duvet

d her lips. “The country will b

e!” I hurled a

r help and you’d be like, just gi

ght of the digital clock on my study table. My he

es

the mirror stared back at me, and I felt a creeping sense of discomfort. I wondered what

, and my heart began to pound in my chest. As I brushed my teeth, I cou

is like a dagger through my heart, but the com

mother passed away. The burden of her death was too much for him to bear alon

he and her husband John sprang into action, scouring all the or

ame to see me and as he held me, tears streamed down his face and he asked for my forgiveness. He

e was

ested he had been promoted to the rank of Capo of Anton Genovese, the notori

ight!” I heard my aunt knocking on the d

es more!”

na go make som

ling ready for the day. I applied moisturizer to my skin and lined my amber eyes with kohl. I appli

yes landed on my luggage, positioned by the d

ivoted towards the direction of the kitchen. Aunt Sophia’s Ravio

e with a soft smile, the fork and spoon already in my hand.

tical eyebrow as I ate. “God, dammit! He’s involved with the mafia, and you’re going to tell h

d my throat before answering her. “I want to tell him tha

’s that straightforw

ny harm to him. I will take on the world for him.” I ardently yearn

elf.” She sat down heavily on the empty chair, causing a loud thump that caught

not knowing the result of his actions. I have an intuition that something is amiss with him and I battle the apprehension that creeps up whenever he doesn’t p

d up and swivell

e Genovese family coerce him into committing crimes? Or is there something more to it? Who is this infamous S

!” Aunt Sophia cradled my face in her h

, and Isabella clasped her hand

territory. Stay away from the Genovese family and ge

stopping me instantly. “And stay away from Sebastian Genovese to

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ting the contours of his muscular figure. His skin was ador

serene expression on his face reflected a quiet confidence, and even in this

enigmatic, held stories untold. They carried a quiet intensity, a

a rich chestnut hue, giving him a look of effortless charm as

epped out of the steam-filled sanctuary. As he entered his room, he heard a knock on his do

astian shouted, “Coming!” Brushing his damp hair, he m

ostra!” Dario, Sebastian’s cousin on his mother’s side, greeted him wi

back. “You smell booze and s

his morning, Dad told me about your wedding… Fuck, are you marryi

Larisa?” Sebastian acknowledged Mr Fran

nied by her stepsister, Mia. I tried my hands on her but she looked puz

the unison. He didn’t feel attracted to Larisa. She had no spark, just a dullness in her demeanour that conf

s phone. He received a text notification from Larisa, wishing him a go

nced you to

tian felt as if he had been transported ba