The Mafia's Crazy Obsession

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the Lucite glass table in our midst. I lifted my gaze to meet his harsh, unyielding eyes. "Q

defy my father. Norman Stravkos was a no-nonsense man. The head of a powerful underground Mafia gang. A pesky dr

d that the track of my signature left a groove on the sheet of paper. Setting the pen down, I

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aw her through my peripheral vision as she lifted big, beautiful blue, frightened eyes at me. There were te

t would make her mine. I wasn't sure of what would be running through her mind as she stared hard at the papers. Perhaps she was trying

r question of why he was putting her through this misery, I detected a new emotion swirling in her reddened eyes. Gr

himself to look at her. To watch her cry. I knew that this was guilt that would haunt

dominance. Was it worth her life? Was it worth ruining her dreams? Was it worth ruining mine as well? Surely, I coul

t. One that, I was sure,

see the way her chest heaved, the way she tried, unsuccessfully, to shake off this absurdity and keep a straight face. Her hand shook as she lifted up her pen, meeting my gaze once more. One last

irl's plight and all I could do was stare. It felt as though I was having an out-of-bo

, alr

, and she turned to him. I watched their gazes collide — one filled wi

pend all da

difficult was simply putting things mildly. His expressionless stare alon

k that could match his wealth and multi-national chains of enterprise

rdly men. I watched her gaze harden

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e rescue. "Sign the p

signed her name — Solana Chloe Williams — on the dotted line adjacent to mine. She handed it over to t

chalky taste in my mouth. It w

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sted that he wasn't pleased with my conduct, and strode ou

ly goodbye?" I asked, hoping that she would

Pushing her chair back, she stood, her plush pink gown that was now wrinkled, due to sitting for too

e, and I'm read

s though he was escorting her to her execution. I took one last fleeting glance at her father, then at the clear glass

father had wanted, then there was no saving her. She would do much more

s' cruelty was

harshly, either, now she was my wife. So why did I feel so

my eyes. My throat felt tight, and there were heavy knots in my stomach. I

to take me, and a few minutes later, he pulled up in front of Evie's house. My mistress never expected any of my visits, but she was ev

led me in for a hug. I wrapped my arms loosely around her waist, capturing her lips. She tas

ing down on a sofa, I shut my eyes and tried not to remember the fright in Solana's eyes as she lay, bound

tor when her muffled screams became unbearable, urging him to go eas

cock threatening to

nd my neck, made my head burn, and my eyes water. I'd forced myself not to hear the sounds, not to

here thro

-blooded monster. A puppet. Because when I finally willed myself to look at her, to

e'd sought my help, but

he full cost he'd agreed to; the payment o

r his. Hers

selfish man and a deadbeat father. He should have done anything, everything within his power

ng out for the glass of wine Evie he

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more till I couldn't feel my feet anymore. Yet, the alcohol did nothing to wip

to accommodate her, sighing as she whipped out my cock from my pants gradually. She mouthed a few words

s, letting her do her work, taking me deep into her throat. But she was too gentle t

eded

my dick, tears streaming down her cheeks. I came harder than ever, groaning as I emptied down her throat. But surprisingly, my release didn't make me feel any less guilty.

ost me my life, still I s

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oathing me till the day