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BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR

BRIDE TO THE MAFIA HEIR

Author: J. Rachael
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Chapter 1 Fear

Word Count: 1272    |    Released on: 21/10/2024

hen it comes out from them and mixes with their cheap per

he club re

e sheets are scratchy against my skin and probably haven't been changed in weeks. Not th

lly the

-an ostentatious, gold plated monstrosity. It's all for the show, of course. The girls s

lways dis

y displeasure on whoever's kept me waiting. But the wo

darting around the room like a cornered animal. Her dress is too tight, prac

my gaze rake over her body. "Ar

nd of my voice. God, I

mers, backing away. "I thi

She tries to bolt, but I'm faster. Always am. My hand shoots out, gra

her against the wall. "Don't b

It's delicious. She's trembling like a leaf,

impers. "There's

sweetheart, the only mistake was you walking through

a rapid beat of fear. I get closer and take a deep breath. Underneath the strong perfume and

mur, my lips brushing against her ea

least a hundred pounds, all of it muscle. I've taken down men twice my s

g my free hand down her side. "B

d for a split second, pain explodes through my body. But I've

tle thing,

le, sending it toppling. The lamp shatters on impact, plunging the room into near darkness.

owly, savoring the moment. This is my favorite part-when t

s. The fear in her expression hardens in

g on the floor where it fel

h

onight, I feel a flicker of unease. This isn't how it's supp

to regain control of the situation. "You d

s too late. She's got the gun now, fingers wrapp

ys, her voice shaki

es, trying to figure a way out of this mess. I've

alright? No need for things to get messy. Why don't you

ering on hysterical. "Tal

ng the distance to the door. I

voice low and soothing. "But it's not too late to fix this.

Her grip on the weapon wavers, unc

gain. "No," she says fir

n her feet, and the gun tra

esturing to the bed with the weapon. "Slo

ugh. But there's something in her eyes that gives me pause. This isn't some

e hell

in surrender. "Alright," I say carefully. "

herself. "Information," she says. "

art, I think you've got the wrong guy. I'm ju

llshit, Daniel. I know who y

s a chill down my spine

ink you know," I say slow

want to know about the trafficking ring. The girls you've

How deep is th

hink there's been some kind of misunderstanding. I'

ack. I flinch as the bullet embeds i

our kneecap," she says

ips me. This isn't how it was supposed to

dy in the hands of this slip of a girl I'd so badly

so fu

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