Guilty as Sin

pair of shorts that were certainly not hers. When her eyes finally adjusted, she scanned the whole place and found

been k

opping in favor of owning exclusive boutiques where garments were meticulously tailored to their specifications. An epitome of the "it-girl" archetype

t theme in her life. While hardly a devotee of the experience, she couldn't help but notice the

ake sure that no unnecessary money would be deducted from their bank accounts. They would

way from the chair where she was tied up, but it seemed like someone professional tied her

a sudden meeting were roused. Hearing that their fortun

n gathered around her, all in suits, but in a shitty and crappy place t

around, looking for one specific pe

s that stupid guy?! Get me out

oss. They let Andrea shout in anger until the veins on her nec

tely tutted and shook his head upon seeing Andrea. He took the collar of the familiar man and almost

d!" the older man shouted angrily. "Let her go! I just came back and now I have to deal

how concerned she was because the face of the familiar handsome man was now bruised

g me home!' she uttered. The six men now k

placed her hands between her hips. "G

Bring her to the room u

ingered on him before she pressed on, exiting the confines of the storage area. The basement wasn't limited to just one room; it was a labyrinthine net

nnacle of luxury, but certainly an improvement from her previous confi

tirred. With a determined effort, he wiped away the blood marring his face and struggled to his feet, gasping for air against the unfo

en. Shut your mouth and obey everything that I would say, d

ien no

ismissed!

left the boss's office. Before he could finally

r a good price, you'll have he

and listened carefully to the conversation that was

ed to know, and for a good price, I would really

en two of the six pillars of the underground society. They weren't the highest, but everyone who could

ove to sell the information to his boss and bring the gorgeous Andrea Marcello to him. In t

taught him some manners, because he wasn't able to do his job-to

t-after all, she was the catalyst for the brutal beating he endured. Indulging any sense of sympathy seemed irrational; she was merely

care. He real

ide. But he knew the risks all too well-getting embroiled in the mafia's affairs was a perilous game. Sebastien understood the importance of remaining in the shadows,

ont of the boss's room, they glared at him. He immediately left a

not really loving the