The Mafia Lord and his Stripper

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than a man who might act cold but it's actually a softie. And these mafia men are hardly one sometimes, most of them don't even know if consent exists in their vocabular

and those tattoos ugh-I want to know

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cess, just make it not sound dumb. I want whatever

xcitement. Get yourself a man who calls you nice nicknames

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refully. I might be wrong about him, maybe he's just a horrible man

aid earlier because I can see

didn't believe me. I don't blame him, I wouldn't believe me either. His hands clasped

edly what I'm capable of and I don't play games...." His eyes raked over my body and I swear, my breath hitch

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get hurt in the process. It's like, instead of murder, it should end up attempted murder. I saw that Micheal was actually successful, he did kill you and you were lying in the pool

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, long, well manicured and adorned with si

refuse if I asked

anage to alter your future a little

s white pearly teeth and the lords must've d

lot of questions he wanted to ask me but at the same time, I'm sure he was still a

ly to meet y

already walking out of my door and he did

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