Sold To The Mafia Lord ( Mafia obsession)

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in the passen

d the door slam shut behind her, and the engine roared to life b

film. She wrapped her arms around herself, trying to keep her tre

ed, looking her up and down with a

said

snorted. "

e didn't belong anywhere. Her stepfather had signed the papers that morning. A contract-her life in exchange for wiping clean the blood debt he owed. She hadn't see

e wanted to own her. A maid. A servant. A b

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felt it.

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speak. He

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t down. He walked toward her, each step calcula

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ded. "Y

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inger, forcing her to meet his g

t touch wha

ord. Emilia stood frozen, heart hammering agai

. "Your room is down the hall. Rosa will show yo

r," she

the firelight catching the silver

bed in a room too luxurious for someone like her.

she had just been sold into. And why the man who owne