The Mafia Lord's Obsession

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is to shut down Zara's obvious flirting. There's no way he's lost it s

own anxiety because of the way he keeps looking at me. His eye

the truth

where Raizel and I were standing. She l

maybe a clever tracker? Who the hell are yo

me a few minutes to proce

n't just flirtatious; she's g

ongue, or maybe you've got something else from Ra

e's anything from the man she's obsessing over th

us here. We can offer him a hot and steamy night i

. Is this really part of being a tamer? I m

l have the sam

t I'm Raizel's tamer? Or should I straight-up tell her that I'm not interested in the man she's dr

nd suddenly I felt her long nails digging int

espect for her despite her actions. I loved my job, and I owed

to ask her to stop, when I

finger on my

I heard Raizel's cold voice

wrist, forcing her

e gentle, just a little?" Zara complained, though I could tell

hurt her, but she was still putting on that affe

can do to you and your nightclub

ng, but was it enough for Raizel to threaten his ow

ice but to get up an

so much to you. Are you in love with

ddenly let out a harsh breath and

ass on the floor. He didn't even hesitate to destr

!" he barked be

pulled me toward him. For the nth time, I

" he order

d Zara's loud laughter. Her

eyebrow and

ut that woman. At least now I know wh

ed that Raizel and I had nothing between us

ill you, Zara!" Raizel gr

his grip, but his hold was too tight. It felt like an

again. It was like her laughter was stuck on repe

oman not fe

have been dead long ago fro

aos Zara had caused when I found my

izel what's right and wrong, including stress an

that what his mother was

f a woman. No matter how hard I tried, he wouldn't listen to me,

e all weak pieces of sh

ercilessly kicked the men who w

a chance against him. Their guns looked lik

Mafia Lord is? Was what I saw

up!" he

d weapons and money from the floor. If I wasn't mistaken, the bundles

He looked like a butcher at a meat shop, but worse, h

lly human or some kind of demon. It was

he was, yet not even a flicker of remorse crossed

is murderous tendencies? So what if he was handsome

erchief inside my bag. I figured it wouldn

status. But I swore to myself, I wouldn't die poor. I'd find a

that hand

s commanding voice. Before I even realized it, he

ace with it, but I felt my body tens

of my handkerchief hadn't fa

ases, sir. There's nothing for yo

ntly. I felt like I was drowning in his g

smirke

nged m

he handed the hand

any different from the other rich people I'd met. He hadn't said it

ndkerchief properly. I just shoved

fvcking han

ter had been poured

ged his mind and didn't wa

looking

it! Didn't you hear me? Damn!"

at him in

st said you changed your min

hile. No matter how many times I replayed it i

not

k expression loomed over me, an

n't have to spell everything out.

as somehow my fault? He had