The Mafia's prize

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t to get back

usiness meeting with the may

so many questions. My earlier excitement had given way to guilt. I wasn

wolf who took advantage of h

guilty, but would she understand? I didn't think she was going to believe me. Well, it's useless to be worried ab

when I alighted from the van.

at the front desk called my

eartedly repli

t over to me. "A young lady dro

Did she drop any message or note with you?" I

rriedly. She did

't leave any message, as the lady had said. I went in and scanned the entire place, lookin

key back to her. "Do you

divulge that inf

hy

nst our po

" I adjusted my posture to suit my new profile. "Is

t was the wrong thing I said, for my a

" I admitted, "but I nee

sir," she maintai

erately waited for her reaction. Not waiting for an answer, I gave her the cash. I guess that was

she whispere

ry, and I was not going to stop searching until I found her. Quickly, we drove to the airport, ready fo

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ad become my eyes. I was shocked when I found out she was a virgin before our tangle the pre

Being someone who loved and lived in the arts, I could translate the picture in my head onto a drawing board. It took me three days, but I eventually dre

til she is found,

every known place in the city, including the beaches, since I met her at one in L.

o take care of business when

own information about her," I told them. They kept fo

d my heart messed up, not even my girlfriend, Julia. Since I knew her routine,

agedy

cept that we were more than the furniture-making family we had come to be known for. I wasn't ready for the other part of the Brandons' merchandise. I felt I still had a lot to learn from my father. He wasn't the perfect father, but the way he grew the

gacies, whatever they were. Our rivals had taken advan

we can't do less. Raise your stakes; raise the bar higher!" My

ut she knew my luxurious lifestyle got me distracted. But I was d

he one who makes your heart ra

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