The Mafia's Lord Obession

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up under his piercing gaze. It was like my body wa

movement. He slowly licked his own, keeping his eyes on mine.

e wanted to kill me, while the next it appeared like he

about him. He would play you masterfully, like the notes of a piano. And w

smartly. If he was playing a game, then I would play one too

h voice snapped me out of my thoughts and I

man almost took up the whole doorway. His hair was cut very short. A long deep scar ran from the right side of his forehead and down to his

r when the man gave

ard tone. My father and Barrion used the same tone when they ordered their men to do s

working with them," he continued. The whole time, Liam's face was emoti

ted for me to move. I looked back at Marcellus and saw

uttered nervously. With two big and powerful men i

nly an inch apart. He leaned down and wh

beating faster at his admission.

e moved a step closer. "But if I want you to do something else..." He left

nervous. The way he finished his sentence, it was obvious that I had no

Marcellus demanded, taking a step away. His gaze

ok a step forward, which brought me closer to Marcellus. I was trapped eit

im nod, as if giving me permission to go. Liam grabbed my arm roughly and starte

hurt everywhere. Weakness began to take

m growled. I swallowed hard and tried my best to walk normal

ibable pain took over my body. The room was dark, but all of a su

the magnificent view, which overlooked the beautiful back garden. As I walked closer to t

look so serene when the world around me was cras

o you." Liam's voice broke through my thoughts. I turned around to see him sta

rowing in my throat. When I nodded,

bed, which took up half the space in the room. A nightstand sat on either side of the bed, a matching wardro

ing a little. The silky comforter was soft un

retched out on the bed, then snuggled deeper into the soft mattress and comfort

few minutes

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against the wall hard, and I jumped off the bed, shaking vi

get myself accustomed to the lights. When I could finally see, I

m walked inside the room, his steps hard against the wood. "Listen,

I couldn't bring mys

yone. Most importantly, he was also a killer. If I wasn't wrong, a brutal o

e door at my left. I walked toward it ner

I felt tears prickling my eyes. When I ran away from home, I thought that I would

edroom with a cozy bed. I had a job and food. Even though

ere were no female accessories. I shrugged a

mirror and my eye

re already green. My white dress was filthy and shredded. All I wa

dress. I looked back at the mirro

like this? Why wasn't he disgusted? Most importantly, why did he even

my bare body, warming the numbness, I felt my tense muscles loosening. At first my bruises

let the water cascade around me. A feeling of happiness consumed me as I reached up,

ugh the drain. When the water finally ran clear, I started to wash my body. After I was d

I shivered. Grabbing a towel from a nearby rack, I started to dry my hair and the

face was no longer pale. My cheeks were red from the warm water and my green eyes

ut and walked over to the bed, where a black dr

. It flowed from the hips and fit me perfectly, showing my curves. Putting o

ush. When I finally found one, I combed my mes

m further, I was ready. I walked toward the door, my steps confident and my shou

yes flared for a moment, hi

is face was hard and he glared at me. It's probably

tarted to walk toward the stairs. I f

thrown at me, I was ready. Because this