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Captured And Claimed By The Mafia Don

Chapter 3 What's your name

Word Count: 1019    |    Released on: 02/01/2025

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ath my fingertips. I couldn't help but wonder how much care it took to keep i

hat she was the one who had pu

tear marring her skin. It looked

ice low and cold, surprising even mys

at my henchman, a muscle-bound guard

replied, his voice trembling

like a bullet-Enzo ha

orce that reverberated through the room. "For the second time today, En

rage over a woman, but even I couldn'

rip on Enzo. "Such a weak one," I muttered und

le, as I finally released Enzo but not without giving him a

n..." she continued, the bravado returning to her voice, "I'm less valuable no

ance and intelligence, "as if she could

eat her

rate step towards her, eyes narrowing as I watched

id, my voice dropping to a dangerous whisper. I relished

decisions." I stepped closer, the space between us crackl

amned domain," she shot back, her

e screamed, the defiance ringi

me. No one dared to raise their voice

" I asked, my anger

urning away from me, d

e table, the sound reve

here, and you answer!

t she blinked them away, det

?" I deman

replied quietly,

lf a glass of juice,

she begged, her vo

distant, as I took a sl

all from behind, concern

gasped, turning to leave,

I finished my statement, the wei

k evident on her face. "You know my brother?"

r footage of her brother, doi

n curling my lips. I watched her demeanour sh

e dropping to a whisper. "I'm your master, and you w

u mess up, you

t back, dejected, as if the weight

door, her voice slic

. Did you ev

ou even bury him?" Five simple words,

as I ignored her quest

**

my father, Anger bui

's voice rang in my ears, firm yet calculate

that for me?" I shot back

fire igniting. "You didn't have to

erous. "You think you know better than me? You think you can protec

n't get involved in this," I warn

lved, your mother died. You thin

ning an old wound. We stood there, locked in a s

knives, my heart poundi

Without another word, I turned and stormed out

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