Ravaged Crown - A Mafia Romance

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in sadistic amusement. "You don't have a

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up on the fluffy white carpet he bought for me

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n on his face. I passed by him earlier, on my way into the restaurant,

mall white apron around my tight-fitted b

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in your life story. There's a group of VIPs in one o

in my throat. "Oh, uh,

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