The Mafia's Hit girl (book one)

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e someone walk out from what seemed to be the bathroom, I smiled .. it was Daniel. Did he really bring me to the room? "How did I get here?" I asked him as I held on to my head, I was still in pain. "I brought you here, you'd passed out in the restroom " he told me and I stared at him confused. Passed out? I only fell asleep. "I agree I might have fallen asleep in the restroom but then it doesn't mean I passed out "'I told him "No one sleeps for two days straight now do they?" He asked and my eyes widened in shock "Two days!" I exclaimed in shock "Yes two days " he said and on looking at my clothes, I realized they weren't the same clothes i had worn two days ago and I gasped and stared at him in shock, did he change my clothes? Did he... see me naked? He chuckled and I think he realized what I must have been thinking. "Do not worry, I didn't change your clothes, a maid did" he told me before coming to sit beside me. "Are you alright now?" He asked and I nodded but he could tell I was lying. I couldn't let anyone see my pain and if lying was the only way to hide my pain, I had to do it... I'd been trained to always hide my pain! "There's no need to hide your pain" he told me as he moved closer to me " I like girls who show pain... it turns me on" he said in a seductive voice and I didn't know about him but at this point, I was getting hot. Why'd his voice have to affect me? I cursed myself as I looked away. "How are you planning to make me fall for you if you keep on looking away?" He asked and I bit on my lips before turning to him. "The longing will do the job " I told him and winked. I got up and just as I was walking to the door, he dragged me and pulled me to himself and I fell on top of him and it was all I could remember before I passed out. . On opening my eyes, I saw him staring at me coldly. Trust me, he looked hotter when he acted cold than when he tried to be friendly and I couldn't help but wonder why he was being so cold. "What's wrong? Why do you look like that?" I asked him