The Mafia's Sleeping Pill

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r opulence surrounding gleaming marble floors, intricate chandeliers, and rich, dark wood paneling that seemed to whisper

re," I muttered to myself as I walked even more

glasses of champagne, their laughter a stark contrast to the turmoil churning inside me. I moved

, wallowing in sorrows as I walked towards

e a massive betrayal to me, but what could I

was met with dire news: my parents had been involved in a g

o pieces. They were rock, they were my li

en my uncle came in with another terrib

save it; at first, I didn't understa

onaire Mafia boss in exchange for m

ent's blood and sweat die when I could have done something about it, so here I was... In the

my eyes as I took in deep breaths. I wasn't read

, only just his name... Antonio Ferraro. Despite the fact that his face remained unknown, bef

no?" A voice call

rom my heart, which began to

at had risen to my throat, I tu

an dressed in a black suit and shades, with

the evening? ' I would have thought, b

-looking man said before he turned around and began l

ng my heart disappeared, and my feet stopped when I spotted a man by the fountain. He stood apart from the

came to call me walked u

most powerful man in the country, o

his cruelty, his power...had paint

e to move closer towards Antonio as he took a s

to him, my lips trembling. Even without him looking at me, I

my spine. There was a cold intensity in his gaze that made my heart race. He

se I didn't want to, but because my feet were planted on the gro

id, his voice low and cl

nd in appreciation of this man's beauty. It was literally u

olded myself internally, wh

barely above a whisper. I struggled to maint

e?," he asked, turning with

ed with exquisite art and antiques, each piece a testament to Antonio's wealth and taste. I

ed for an answer to his qu

elp to my parents company." I re

ttle to calm the storm within me. Antonio leaned against the railing, his posture relaxed but co

Then he pointed at the door which was behind him. "You will stay here for th

throat dry.

I had heard seemed to come alive in the cold night air. The terror I felt was almost tangi

back to my quarters with a brief nod and a terse "Goodnight." The brief contact of his ha

ly made his godlike facial features m

he left. "Can I change my min

ame down until it was replaced

g his gaze one last time over me and then

nd I truly realiz

I done t