Kidnaped By My Mafia Fan

ng to leverage her fall. Realizing that he may have gone too far with this little jo

man had not yet let go of her and so she found herself in a rather odd position when she opened her eyes. One of those cringe scenes from romance movies when the fema

ing out through the shirt that clung on to his body, she could count all eight of them and even trace out the mermaid line. He noticed her checking him out and grinned “do you remember me now? “He asked playfully. Within seconds that beautiful face of his was right before her eyes. If she wasnt covered in melanin she would be blushing profusely. She snapped out of her daze. What a ridiculous question to ask, of course she remembered him.

year for that single fact. She had to be pro

did she en

efore.” She said trying to avoid his eyes that seemed to pierce through

on our way here. Do you

do something wrong? I’m so sorry if

e up and said a few things before asking for a

first and then take you b

ne the inconvenien

an irresistible sex appeal. She suddenly felt a little stupid for thinking he wanted to kidnap her. What would a man like him want with her type? He must have been amused and brought her here for the fun of it. While she was lost i

imly lit, giving off the vibe of a fancy restaurant. By the time they arrived the foods had been served. A larg

them make a bit of everything. Eat what you like, nex

hurriedly. “I won't get drunk and bother you again. In fac

ght breakfast to deal with her hangover. She could tell the food was good, if not for her current state she wou

d I say all that when I was drunk?” She aske

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ned to her with a smile and said, “I was a huge fan. My father and I watched every one o

, thanks…

pester you for an a

lightened up the mood a