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Chapter XXVIII: Regnante Mafia Boss
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Sofia braced the kitchen counter, hair a tousled mess from constantly tugging at it, and watched the coffee drip with emotionless eyes. A trey housing breakfast for two set up beside her with the winter sunlight streaming in through the large windows on the ground floor. Looking out of them, she was greeted by the sight of a white blanket and found herself thinking about the weather in Russia this time of the year.
The thought had her swallow thickly before she shook it away and poured the coffee instead.
Taking the trey to their bedroom, she found Marco curled beneath the covers, not having moved since she got up.
Setting the trey to the side, she settled on the edge of the bed, combing her fingers through the tuft of hair visible to her and called out to him.
“Marco, come on, I brought breakfast,”
“I’m not hungry,&rd
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