Captured By The Mafia Boss

r heart pounding, and irritation etching lines on her face. It wasn't even six in the morning. The sour

on in after her father's passing, but living with them felt like a never-ending nightmare. Heaton had become

ia lost her temper, things tended to fly through the air. Instead, Heaton buried her head back into her pil

aton that something was seriously wrong. "Susan!" Heaton exclaim

wnstairs and see for yourself," Susan rep

raced. When she reached the bottom of the staircase, she was met with a terrifying sight—strangers, seemin

d together in fear, their screams echoing each time something sh

and she'd bear the brunt of her aunt's wrath if she did nothing. She gathere

ued their destruction, ignoring her. Frustration and anger coursed through Hea

ny other building of another for the purpose of damaging such property or any of the contents thereof or in any manner to interfere with the rights of the

urned to her, and the room fell silent. She felt their pierci

and we Heaton ng a mocking smile. "Finally, a lawyer i

d know their rights. Now, what's the meaning of this madness? You

't just come in. But the law should have taught you

ed on her. These were not mere gangsters; they we