Branded : The Mafia Don

read Possession of the Mafia Don and Owning the Mafia D

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essage landed and I pic

t returning my calls, so calling me was

ldren, I thought absently

made me freeze although

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nde hair, older than me, closer to his age. Wea

he was staring at someone across the room, his large hand splayed acros

head begin

ormal clothes but his jacket had been discarded and the shirt he wore was open to the waist, a habit he had, whenever

to my stomach and was twisting it slowly. The h

, my breath coming faster as I felt my

my toes to kiss him. While Gaston swore that my ’rack’ was the largest and the firmest he had ever seen, I k

ike figure; the kind of woman my husband had h

ss, I acted on impulse as I tapped the glass partition and spok

o allow me to visit the city. These days he never answered my calls. The Head of Security at our es

were away on a hiking trip and

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e Town Hous

nd the driver met my eye

nough. The way he was stalling made me

e nodded to the driver who changed gears and we were soon speeding up to the house that stood along with similar, im

made to stop me from entering. She was a new hand with a h

nside, shoving her when she tried to pull me back. I had already seen his car parked out

eway, stopping short at t

young man’s voice, slightly nasal

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to the wr

gruff voice replying and

in a tired voice, as thou

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as goi

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aking in a s

had en

me to find out what was happening

ned to prevent me from stepping forward and was

ng, a bottle of alcohol before him, a tumbler in his hand. The bottle was already half empty though it was

s thigh in a familiar manner. And standing before him was a you

usekeeper who had pushed past me roughly and no

ess tight around her small waist and flat chest. I

soothingly and again, I flinc

hunder, eyes bloodshot, swaying, and glaring a

nde rose, smiling slyly, a hand o

ing his chest and I stared at

ry but the anger, the fury was ver

N?’ roared Gaston, his face contort

OLD YOU NEVER

side me as I staggered and leant against the door

ly smirk,’ Don’t you think it is time I wa

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my head as I sagged against the wall, star

g old and haggard as he l

I whi

n in my chest as though a giant

A boy who was almo

been unfai

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