Bound to the savage mafia Boss

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moan slipped out from my lips. Flashing images filled my mind-strong hands gently running across my skin, a warm mouth whispering sweet words against m

. "What is wrong with me?" I whispered to myself, pulling the shee

what wa

eeping into my voice. "Twenty-three, and I've never even had a kiss. No boyfrie

g as I could remember. My parents always said it was for my own safety, that the world outside was dangerous. Bu

ilence that enveloped me. I froze, my heart racing and pounding

hole in the wall-it was my only way to see the outside world. I found this hole when I was a chil

wo big men loomed over him, their fists hitting him repeatedly with harsh force. Nearby, my mother

-shouldered, wearing a sharp black suit. He was facing away from me, bu

ore time!" My mother's voice was filled w

as if he found it amusing. "He has already had ti

g into the rough wooden frame of the

himpered, curling up in on himself

Five months? The money doesn't come, and yet you keep gambling and creatin

ick landed on his stomach

lutching at the hem of the man's coat,

etly. "Debt is debt. Promises me

and louder. "Okay, fine! You can take anything you want. Actually

nd our house. "Tell me, what do you really have here

ered, her eyes darting around

truth is, you have nothing. Absolute

sewing machine!" she suggested, hopi

s he walked over to the sewing ma

rt. The people with him laughed moc

ther replied, he

time to waste. I want my money, a

, and my heart sank when I

ran through me.

ts own. I grabbed the first thing I could fin

the shoe in the air like it was a wea

out and grabbed my wrist tightly. I stumbled a bit, and my shoe

everything around

iar. In that moment, I saw recognition in his gaze, and