The Mafia Lies

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ng smile did not help my wayward heart. It's erratic beating nev

ulpted face that will make every Greek God insecure about their appearance. I have never seen a m

s smell and enticing gaze migh

y hands and pulled me again towards him. It didn't help me sinc

end, the way he held me like I was a fragi

ena.

nock on t

emed mad but he did not stop stroking my hair. I almo

in the closet. I will come back here

m but I felt him gently free him

pened. I walked towards the bathroom. I have not even appreciat

I took a sniff and it was not his scent. I must have taken too much tim

vered just my chest until the mid of my thighs, my hair still dripping, I opened the door and peered outside. Marco is not in the room. I walked

in a while." The door closed abruptly and I saw myself in the mirror beet red f

t. I wondered how he knew my size. A fitted black jeans and red sleeveless tu

ke that." I heard agony in his voi

looking fo

e my shoes he got f

here?" I asked when he sti

a shoe

ee. . .I

exit the room when he loo

ngue-tied and surprised, I

a dark blue long sleeved shirt and faded jeans that hugged his burly musc

eaken even the strongest and

ase, I figured he was just assisting me on our way down. But he did not l

geous as Marco. When I looked around the room, I saw at least ten m

ed at me for to appease me before he moved to the end of the table. I

naris Morelli. Dena

tance Selena." He earned a wa

entioned all their names but I got lost along the way. I was never good

re all acquain

ishes and noodles. It was like eating breakfast in a buffet. I guess if they all have to eat what they

. When Marco, Denaris and myself were left, my hunch told me that I