Stolen by the Mafia Boss

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d she told herself she was fine. It was New

d over her. The usual buzz of the city faded, replaced by something more

hen she

eetlamp caught the sharp gleam of a gun as one of them pressed it against another man's temple

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her presence, one of t

art st

ethal precision. He was dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit, the expensive fabric clinging to his

ked in a

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ely made it two steps before she

to

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yes studying her with a mix of irritatio

e said, his voice low, vel

struggling to find her voi

t his lips. "You're a

-rolled off his tongue smoothly,

ered. "I won't say

r words. Then, without breaking eye contact

ediately mo

ough her. "Wa

ed around her arm,

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est as she struggled

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s. Then, before she could react, he leaned in close,

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inst her neck. A sweet, sickly scent invaded her sense