BETRAYED BY THE MAFIA DON

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in a hurry, and I was still putting the finishing touches on dinn

y calculating if the flour I had kneaded would be enough to make sufficient numbers of Indian bread f

I calculated that their room on the

oom and stopped sho

Beston was also in the room, as was another man, a black man with a shaven head and

guests. I was in my faded jeans a

ed me over, pulling me into his

est, he said in a low growl, vib

is is my s

ladness on my fa

st for a minute, I had seen a look on her f

e any traces of Gaston in her

asal twang, as she said,

Bet anymore. Yo

of Gaston’s arms, holdin

ion, her eyes narrowing fractionally and no

pril, Gast

to the man standing a

e. Tossing back her thin, lank blo

k-skinned, with a shaven head and a goatee, muscular but nowhere near as compelling in appearance as my Mafia Don. But in a rather coarse way, the man was attracti

th emotion, and I moved to him. But Bree gathered him in her arms, hugging him before I

’s arm and she went on, casting a sly look

dering why Stan is y

in a slight frown. I had not really noticed the age gap, but she seemed

rms and went on, resting her head on hi

ife, yeah. But

ng his thick neck, she kissed him

brother was here. We had been

he draped herself over Lu

ome. I have found my fles

y, uneasiness sha

derlying threa

ut his eyes glowed with a pleasure I had not seen before. My heart swelled for him and I moved t

ppy for yo

raped her. The girl, Bet, had been just a minor, and Gaston had come out of juvenile jail years later to find that his sister ha

his gunmetal gre

moving to

, a ripple of disquiet went through me. She had a cold, angry lo

n?’ she said, in a thinly

? Your pet? Or are yo

her look, one of contempt, made me squirm

wife. She i

ng a false smile on her face, sh

weren’t you, Big Brother? And you had so many glamorous women all over you, actr

g forward to being shared, right? O

ight, but I fel

good enough for Gaston because I did no

ut Gaston’s fa

FE. I don’t

ent in his voice and the way he

sed my hea and siad,

But she is the only Woman for me. The only one I ha

pled

love

d as Stan made

on her face, Bree flickere

, I was a sex slave for

Gaston, and he

stroking her hair gently. I stiffened. Something a

emed s

stand why Gaston coul