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17

Francesca

THIS WAS INSANE . It was as if he was seducing me to kill him.

His voice, rough and low, filled the car and my head, drawing me deeper into his web. I was mesmerized, not scared, which worried me.

You're definitely not a good girl, Francesca.

Was that why I didn't fight when Ravazzani's soldier pushed me back into the car? Or why my stomach dropped when Ravazzani himself showed up to rescue me from the police?

Was that why my panties were soaked now?

No, I couldn't let it be true. I had to stay strong and remember that I wanted a normal life. The life my mother wanted for her daughters. I wasn't turned on by this man or the violence he represented.

I pushed his shoulder, which I couldn't help but notice was hard and strong, and gave him the gun back. —Stop fucking with my head.

Smiling, he put some distance between us and pocketed the gun. I hated that smug look on his face. — Don't think for a second that this proves anything. I'm not stupid enough to shoot you when I know
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