My Mafia Lovestory

s, she released a content sigh. It was the best sleep she had in a while. Rolling to her

sleeps

th a familiar spiced vanilla and lemon scent. In a daze, Julie rubbed sleep from her e

ed her surroundings. Sound of turbulence, plane windows

oval-shaped window, and threw the covers open.

re aw

. He was leaning against the door frame in a Hugo Boss suit, oozing confidence and ma

her. But she jumped away, moving towards the bed until her back hit the headboard. S

ettling on the edge of

her temple down to her cheek. It was him, she realised, recogn

She asked, hating herself f

, pushing her hai

, and then swatted his hand away from her. A glare of anger and hatred swirled in her iris. He was an immoral

wing his eyes. "I don't like the fight

oded dark eyes at her. A chill ran down her spine, forcing her to look away. He was too

her room as a child, frantically thinking there was a monster in her room. Holding her hand tightly,

a lesson needed to be taught about monsters. Because they exist in

and human trafficking were crimes punishable by law. It made her won

She told him truthfully, ma

ce. She should be scared just from that pointed look, but she wasn't and kept going, calling

cking are wrong!" She bellow

ts and a tank top, one strap falling down one shoulder.

nst the mattress like a child throwing a tantrum, green eyes staring daggers into his forehead. For a moment, he

rselves!" She screamed, "I'll never ma