Resisting my Possessive Mafia Husband
deserted road that was only sided with trees. It was like gl
Miguel and Maria's conversation from that night. About how Maria mentioned that Donovan might kill me. He did look
wanted to live, I should only
ok like the kind of person to want to put someone out of th
ed myself as the car slowly approached a wrought iron gate th
d a button on the dashboard, pr
a crest that seemed to descend into an Eden-like paradise. I couldn't hold back my glee as the
shimmer until I strained my vision and realized the fountain
and fountain, I found myself waiting in the parked car as Sarsk
al hotel. God, how many rooms did this house have? The front of the building boasted tall
stuff for fun. The doors, wooden but modern, seemed taller than average. The front of the building
cause I thought I'd remain in the car until Donovan returned from wherever he'd gone. I thoug
up the stairs; there were ten of them, and I waited as
quai
lid through the doors. There was nobody behind the doors, but I couldn't thin
njoying the high ceilings and golden lights. The tall windows I'd seen outside were letting in the r
yself going up the stairs that were a few fe
ont of it. His eyes bored into mine as he raised an eyebro
owing his suit coat so I nervously averted my gaz