The Mafia Lord And His Spy Lover

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yes and I squealed, covering my face with t

ot," I sai

" a male voi

f turquoise blue eyes standing near the doorframe of the r

rp jawline and a perfect V waist stressed by his tight t-shirt. The fringes of his dar

me saviour. Your knig

uys find those words s

girls l

r. "Neither do we prefer men like James, who t

r from the blow you

brows rose. "Was that

of arrogance cocooned him. He c

hes. A white shirt had replaced the black mini dress I wore to the club.

you rem

ook lik

ss off halfway to this room. So I had to be a gentleman and cover you up with that," h

nged my

press into a fine line, he added, "Sh

ed to contain the awkwardness in

you, I'm not really into drunken women who swear i

shock, more in sham

ughing with a loud snort. Not at him, but at

gns lying on the edge of the bed and he added, "I brought you somet

ank

e girls' drinks. You know, bars lik

tered the word 'roofies.' My mind rewound all the incidents

at me with his head tilted. "My roommate wa

and make sure she's home. If

e bedside table where my phone and purse were. Wasting no time, I dialled her number.

Where are you

d not to have a freakout episode

ut where the

d, H. I told you I did

the wolf, you see." She took a deep breath and sa

at

are you? Ar

I'll be back as soon as I c

ka

es focused on my features. Pressing my brows together,

bo's

month and it's alr

but I wouldn't use that.

t him. "What were

e wrong place at the right time." He was. I couldn't have left that place

nerves ticking with worry. There had been many teenagers back at the club. I

I took them in my free hand and made it down the stairs that opened to a spacious living room.

akfast," he voiced from the k

os was, but I didn't ask. I didn't need to

ng now." I dashed toward the door. "I'll have th

look good on you. Besides, it hurts my e

ister doesn'

shook his head. "She pas

hinned. "

only a palm space between us, "can thank me over lunch or dinner

ack. "Fine. I'l

my laughter anymore. He handed me his phone, and I quic

shake his head, I extended a h

ali

by ch

neit

uld. The pain in my body remained, but I had to go away. I didn't look back

*

ened last night. H

r legs folded, prepared for the gossip session. She began, "It's all a little blurry and, yeah, about the s

ha

in every soda, vodka

hy

rley said. "But before these assholes could execute their plan,

at

uns and this broach over their p

ike I've heard about th

interrupting the work of another. But I wonder which mob is so

rk unless absolutely necessary," I explained. "It has to be some inner con

spiciously. "What

American Mafia. It's ruled by the heads o

know so much?" Harley

urse for me. Something would slip out one way or another. "It's public i

rying to chan

changing

us about your reluctance to take on any Mafia-relat

bout that world. That's it. There's no other reason. I don't involve myself in that w

s more to it th

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