The Mafia's Little Bundle

k with the scent of expensive cologne and the mingling of laughter and whispers. She hadn't planned on being here, but after a long week o

idence. It had been ages since she'd dressed up, and she relished the feeling of it. She made her way to the bar, the rhythm of the mu

his broad shoulders, and his sharp jawline was framed by just the right amount of stubble. His piercing blue eyes seemed to lock onto hers,

r life was filled with responsibilities she couldn't ignore. But the way he observed her, with an intens

y weaving through the crowd, and Clara could see the confidence radiating from him. The no

voice deep and smooth like whiskey.

naged, her hea

ing a hand. Clara shook it, feeling the wa

plied, trying t

he asked, leaning closer, his pr

uess," she confessed, feeling an unusu

ing between them. "Reality can be a heavy burden.

her to hold back a smile. There was something intoxicating about being h

that drew her toward him. They shared stories, laughter, and the k

to background, and it felt like the

rink?" Maximo asked, mot

ing peacefully in her crib. But the allure of the night, combined with Maximo's magnetic p

her daily life evaporating with every sip. Maximo was charming and at

in sync to the rhythm, and Clara lost herse

Maximo leaned in closer, his breath hot again

to the safety of this vibrant club and the brief escape it offered.

ard the exit. Outside, the cool night air enveloped them, and Clara felt as though she was walking from a d

Clara asked cheekily

is expression serious yet playf

r to get in. Clara hesitated for a moment, her instincts kicking in. This was reckless. But as she g

he car's glossy surface. Clara felt a thrill of excitement surge throu

and stepped out to open her door with a flourish. As they walked up to the entrance, the tens

need to think

cing. It was a single, mind-blowing moment that ignited every part of her being. She knew