The Mafia's Secretary

heressa found herself in a situation she w

d her from the start, had disrupted an opportunity that had l

e stranger to release her. She offered no assistance to the stranger, a fello

I will drive myself" As she lay in the passenger's seat, she heard the familiar, dominant voice

attempting to regain some semblance of composure

it car, Theressa struggled

iousness like a seductive whisper. "I knew you were stupid, but not t

her in. In her clouded state, she found herself strangely drawn to him, her thoughts muddl

urmur, her voice barely audible

ed disoriented. "Just shut it," he commanded, his voice firm, a stark

to focus on the road, leaving her helpless in her vulnerable state. She felt

ing her judgment, clouding her reason. All she could think of was the overwhelming

rcelo's voice cut through the air, hi

be more than one person, creating an ominous atmos

ed above her, his face betraying a raw hunger that mirrored her own. It was evident that their needs were not one-sided; he wanted her jus

Theressa's hand ventured downward, boldly pr

just below the surface. "Go to sleep," Marcelo commanded, attempting to regain control of the sit

se a throaty moan, a testament to the passion and desire that raged between them

touch a woman who's intoxicated" His words offered no comfort t

her. Before Theressa could utter another word, he abru

ance, he walked out of the roo

ion, Theressa had to rely on herself to quell the overwhelming desire that coursed through her. She hastily lifted h

ined insatiable, an unquenchable fire within her. Hours stretched by as Ther

close her eyes and surrender to the blissful dar

heavy with silence, broken only by the soft rustle of curtains brushing against the window fram

of a breeze, a hand moving softly, tentatively, over the fabric that cloaked her. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing bleary, unfocused eyes that struggled to

silken veil, heavy as lead, mak

rmountable. The boundaries between wakefulness and sleep blurred, and, in t

she couldn't recall ever setting foot in, let alone heard of. Everything about the room seemed to exude opulence. The king-size bed stood like a regal centerpiece, draped in satin sheets t

rk elegance. But for all its grandeur, the dar

er whole. Her heart began to race, and the migraine that had been lu

kidnapped? The room offered no comfort, no answers. It was a place of unsettling mystery, and she was adrift in a sea

d her attire, her confusion deepened. She was no lo

: "What in the world did they do to me?" A voice from beyond the door shattered her bewildered thoughts. "Miss Theressa, Master

deliberation. She needed to understand how and

d with a deep breath, she turned it slowly, rev

ith a slight bow. Confusion gripped Theressa, but

about to embark on a journey into the unknown, with ques

ond before the woman had taken her leave, striding away with a certain briskness that betrayed no concern for her guest's disheveled state. "But I'm not fully dressed,

ess, and she moved with measured steps, desperately hop

d abruptly, and Theressa's forehead me

, continued her progress without acknowledging the collision, leaving Theressa to nurse her

and her eyes locked onto the man who