Forced love: A billionaire Mafia enemies to lovers story

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t. The man from yesterday flashed in my mind-his striking blue eyes and the way

at. I thought about leaving more often than I cared to admit. The idea of escaping this suffocating life, of finally being free, tempted me daily. But ever

crying, my face pale. I'd have to cover it all up again. I applied my makeup like armor, masking the misery I fel

s usual rhythm. I got behind the counter and started taking orders, t

n from la

looding back. He looked rough-his face was swollen, and bruises covered his jaw and

uh... I'm sorry about last night," he muttered, not

gy. "It's fine," I said, though my voice

Listen, could you... I dunno, talk to your boyfriend for me? Tell

y confused. "Boyfriend? Wh

y to his bruised face. "The one in the suit. He's your bo

deepening. "He's not my boyfrie

ver he is, tell him I'm sorry." With that, he turned and h

night beaten him up like that? Sure, the guy deserved to be tossed out for being aggressive,

feeling in the pit of my stomach. Who was that man? A

l ran down my spine. I turned, feeling as if

my apron pocket. Frowning, I picked it up and unfolded it. Ins

seeing me a