BREAKING FREE: FALLING INTO THE MAFIA

I

scaped his lips, but his eyes held a spark of challenge that mirrored the rebellion igniting within me. This wasn't about

my boldness. "Permanent, huh? Sou

t's just say," I started, my voice barely audible over the booming m

Sounds like you have an interesting story. But first things first," he said

e tugged at my lips. "Maybe later," I replied, my voice a

ice dropped to a barely audible level. "Take me somewhere private," I murmured, my words fue

is eyes before a slow smile spread across his face. "L

he throng of bodies, a reckless determination fueling my every step. I had no idea wher

lways, past pulsating strobe lights and shadowy corners, until we reached a secluded balcony overlooking t

his eyes. "So," he said, his voice a low rumble, "te

fueled my defiance. In a rush of breathless words, I poured out my story - the crumbling f

lent for a moment, his gaze fixed on the city lights sprawling beneath us. Final

lose," I corrected him, my voic

is eyes. "A bold move," he acknowledged. "And you sure you know what you'r

lurking in the corners. "Claim," he repeated, t

humped a steady rhythm in the background, a counterpoint to the frantic hammerin

ow and husky, "claiming somethin

ps, the unspoken promise

at my parents, and the thrill of the unknown all con

ed, my voice barely audib

ss, a collision of defiance and desire. He tasted of smoke something altoge

oamed my body, exploring every curve with a familiarity that surprised me. I was a w

ed. "We need to get out of here," he murmur

into his arms and carried me through the darke

" he instructed and I obliged, following his lead. As he turned on the engine my curiosity got m

ension. My heart pounded a frantic rhythm against my

d out against the backdrop of the city. He bundled me out of the t

lush furnishings. He tossed his keys on the coffee table a

umble, "are you just going to stand t

se. The bravado I felt earlier seemed to be evapor

t shivers down my spine. He moved

e whispered, his lips brushing an

s. He was skilled, his touch arousing a fire within me I never knew existed. The ang

ender blurred. I clung to him, both claiming and being cla

hattered the blissful oblivion. He cursed under hi

our?" he muttered, pulling

e a mask of irritation. As he approached the door, I scram

come to collect their bargainin

cold professionalism. "What is it, Mark?" he barked,

of a situation at the warehouse. The shipment..." his voice tr

e surprise unsolicited visitor both speaking in hushed tones, after a while he sighed and came back in. He slammed the d

settling over me. This wasn't a rebellion, it

said, my voice s

across his face. "Go? But..."

. "Thank you, for everything. But

it. Slipping past him, I grabbed my purse and scurried out of the

ence felt deafening after the night's frantic passion. My phone buzzed in my purse, a harsh reminder of the confrontat

. The rebellion was over.