Lovesprung by the mafia king

knows what she does, he knows the type of person she is and he willingly for almost three years now still comes to the speakeasy to see her every night.

"Your heart isn't in the g

hree years and not even knowing her true name; he has a better bond with her than he do

hed. With Midnight he could talk about business, literature, history, money, jewelry, etc, and a bonus as s

ad isn't in the game, old

is, but right now your h

e is. Seven years ago she left her old life behind to start a new one, a better one. She wasn't the same weak little girl who hi

s places his hand on hers. A risky move. If it was anyone else they would be on the floor dea

someone, someone I haven't

ill them?" Mr. Lu

to." She replies immediately

hree spaces to the left. "And here

a couple of teenagers, they were both involved in human trafficking, along with their fathers. Midnight hates sick little twisted shit

if you rape or beat another person she will put a bullet in your

an't for the life of her understand how this man or anyone enjoys wine. She finds it repulsive, the flavor. The color; however

ns, My dear, y

Midnight finds it quite peculiar that a chess champion of Saint Parker's Academy lo

or to meeting you. I'm a tad rusty and you are you." She looks at

peak twelve languages. You can disable a government security system in less than twenty-four hours, need I go on?" He clutches his che

ets out a laugh. Mr. Lucas always knows how to make her feel better. He is not just her first customer, he is her best friend, her confidant, and the only father figure she's ever known. H

he takes a sip of her w