MARRIED TO THE MAFIA BOSS

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lept with the one man that even the president might be scared to attack and

dead bodies. Ace, who had just one expression, tilted his head towards Xavier "Is something, Xavier?" He asked, Ace didn't do anything, all he did was stare

knows quite well that touching or facing the Mafia boss is death. He stepped back and looked away

as he slowly walked up to Xavier who took steps back to avoid stan

g the bodies along the way like they were nothing, right, he is the king o

e turned to him but we could still hear him loud and

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ough the rear mirror, each time I was worried he would crash into one o

" Ace who was on his phone the entire time we got into the car blurted, how did

oad and he had a smile on his face, too familiar. "We are taking her home" Ace responded with his full concentration on his phone. I wonder wha

ves" Mike muffled, "Oh, 12, South Beverl

e muttered a

to look at him, i clenched my fist and bit my lips with my head down "Aubrey" He called my name but I didn't

nd exhaled looking away for a minute, then his gaze returned to me, he held my hands "You are not going there, you are coming with me, to my house, that is

appened to even express my thoughts on moving in with him. For goodness sake, I barely k

lose the door not knowing I was inside when I yelled "Wait" and stepped out, leaving him jaw dropped, he turned to

t a woman

ought a woma

a woman

s with Ace, that they couldn't help but murmur and if I could hear i

brought a woman home, I mean, he is the Mafia Boss

airs were regular chairs, black, the pillow was wine, settled on the chair, the center had a cream, silver-like rug, and the table looked like the tire of a truck but the top was black glass. Before the chairs was a very big 88-inch Samsung smart TV and a big chandelier hanging at the top. Behind was a big aesthetic Kitchen, one of my favorite parts of the house, I love cook

eeing the room. It was three times bigger than my bedroom back at home. The closets

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pasta, steak, and salad. "Sit." He said to me in his baritone voice that made me

ve to move in wi

are my wife,"

getting married," I added. He dropped his fork and l

m and passed it to me, my brows furrowed as I took the f

in disbelief, it was my signature on a