The Mafia Doll

d of men like Giovanni Moretti.

s presence was magnetic-an aura of command that could freeze the air in the room. The men who worked for him, the ones who would have struck fear into most pe

that made her wary-it

ooked at her with something far darker. His gaze wasn't the gaze of a predator, but of someone who knew a truth she hadn't even reali

world was abo

d made his final decision to sell her off to Giovanni. It was meant to be a temporary arrangement, a means to settle an old debt that had spiraled out of cont

leaving this place. There was

skin. The mansion was alive with shadows, its towering structure casting long, dark shapes against the blood-red sk

. This wasn't a world where wo

red. Her heart pounded in her chest as she crossed the threshold. The grand chandelier above her head cast an almost eerie glow over

far end of the

tall, broad-shouldered, and impossibly handsome in a way that was almost dangerous. His tailored black suit clung to him in all the

m, and she was the pawn who ha

g, his voice smooth, like velvet dipp

. He wasn't asking-he was making a statement, one that left no room for

adn't been raised to cower in front of men, but there was something about h

ble, but there was something raw beneath the surface-something that caught her attention and made her throat tighten.

into a small, almost imperceptible smile. "You'r

le on her like a heavy stone. But she wasn't some deli

uld have just let me go," she said,

cold, but there was an edge to it now-a warning. "I take w

o react to men like this, but there was something magnetic about Giovanni. Something intoxicating that both repelled and pulled

is presence surrounded her, thick and heavy, as though the space between them had evaporated. "You think you're sti

ust roll over for you?" she scoffed, but even as the words left her mouth, she

lculating, as if he could see every layer of her and peel it back to reveal the woman beneat

ing to show him how much they affected her. "We'll see," she s

it almost seemed like he was enjoying this-this battle of wills between the

softly, "but I thin

tood there, her heart pounding in her chest, a storm of emotions swirling inside her. She had just entere