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fancy lifestyle I was used to. I could smell the warm scent of freshly baked bread in the air. It was a nice smell, and for a moment, it almost ma

d into action right away. He ran up to the weak door and kicked it so hard that the hinges broke. The door flew

filled with marble floors, beautiful chandeliers, and art that was worth a lot of money. My father, Magnus Steele, was a tough and feared loan shark. He had created a huge empire th

d voice ask, "Who... who are

heir confusion. "You should already kno

right into the man's jaw, and the impact sent the man crashing down to the dirty carpet. Just then, I heard a sharp gasp

up," I

is lips were already cut and bleeding. His eyes were wide and frantic, darting around as

is head, and for a brief moment, our eyes connect

he whispered, my nam

on my face. "I remember you from one of my father's casinos. You wer

oor. He looked so pathetic that I almost felt sorry fo

it back, but that was a year and a half ago," I said, leaning in closer, my voice sharp and unfor

... things went wrong. The bu

rrupted. "Do you think I care about your failed bu

me tough, to force me to fit into the dark world he lived in. On the other hand, my mother was desperate to protect me from that dark

ght at Jackson's forehead. He whimpered, and I could hear his wife crying behind him

hroat for a moment. I recognized those eyes. I had seen them before, many years ago. Seven years ago, in fact, when I was just a bleeding mess in a dark a

d brought her ba

, pushing down any hint of the feelings stirring inside me. "Looks like you

er!" Jackson pleaded, but

ack." I didn't wait for him to argue. I grabbed her roughly, ignoring her d

hey moved in close around the crying couple,

with her fists, but her resistance didn't

swift smack on her bottom. She gasped, an

in next to her. Adrian, one of my men, sat across fr

driver asked, break

ered without even

lm expression on my face. Yet, inside me, everything felt like a storm. I had bee

raced with questions. I felt a mix of emotions I h