Forced love: A billionaire Mafia enemies to lovers story

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ke, seriously, every shadow felt a little too long, every breeze too suspicious. But nothing actually

rked across the street. But with each passing day, it got easier to convince myself that it was all in my head.

ll headache was there, probably from not sleeping well-again. I groane

somewhere, still on his latest bender. I grabbed a hoodie and pulled it over my head. At least I had err

, you know, no cute guy waiting around the corner. Just me, trying to keep my life together. But today felt... different. Almo

thinking about it. Milk, bread, eggs-adulting at its finest. My head was st

sle. She was our neighbor-the one who knew everyone's bu

ow's your dad?" she asked, her v

y best fake smil

pping down her nose. "You let me know if you

wanted the easy answer. No one really wanted to know what

hing about the cold air, the crunch of leaves under my feet, felt kind of freeing.

, I saw it. The same black sedan. Pa

an, lots of people drove black sedans, right? I took a deep brea

ting away the groceries, I flopped onto the couch and stared at my phone. Should I text Rebecca? I hadn't told her much about the guy from the bar, just enough

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y came back al

, yeah. Doub

y off. Tryin

ucky! Coff

efini

her. Becca always knew how to make things feel li

dge. With music playing softly in the background, things finally felt calm for the first time in days. No shadows

at my phone, tempted to check the news, but I resisted. It was probably nothin

rt skipped a beat when I peeked through the blinds. The

n't over it