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30. Sister-in-law?
Amayra
I never begged for freedom from anyone but he made me do it. I couldn't argue back with him because I was too tired to do it anymore. Sometimes I felt like he cared for me, and sometimes I felt like a complete stranger to him. My life was revolving around him the way I never wanted.
"Did you get it, Amayra?", he scoffed, looking at me with his scary eyes.
"Ab.....", I strived to say but his finger again blocked my lips.
"Don't force me to be harsh with you", he traced his finger on my lips as I closed my eyes to an instant sensation.
You should stop feeling for him that way, Amayra, my subconscious screamed at me. However, I was deaf to hear it.
I was waiting for him to attack my lips the way did every time in between our argument. My lips trembled to feel the touch of him but I realized he had parted me away. Opening my eyes, I gaped at him.
"And until you're here I'll not try to seduce you. I'll be away from you, I won't even
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Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees 32. I don't want her to love me
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Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees 33. I can't kill someone
AbrahamDo what I said, don't question", I shrugged. "And prepare a shooting court too""Okay, bhaai", he shook his head."I'm going to the office today. I literally didn't pay attention to the tobacco business for ages", I told him."You forgot that you're the CEO of Harris Tobacco Firms?", he chuckled."I remember, Shabbir", I got up, settling my hands into the pockets. "Take care of her", I said, looking back at the door."Yes, bhaai"I walked out of the quarter to attend the office today.*By the evening, I reached the quarter again. It was an exhausting day. I was almost struggling to attend all the pending meetings while bearing all the fucking wounds. Finally, the new drugs contract with Arben had come to an end. The deal was worth billions and the only hope to get my mom's palace back. The whole quarter was empty that evening as I had assigned everyone to prepare for tomorrow.
Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees 34. She betrayed?
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Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees 37. This is the end
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Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees 38. Truth
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Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees Volume II — EPILOGUE
Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees Volume II [Chapter 18 : I'll haunt you]
Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees Volume II [Chapter 17 - A peaceful lesson]
Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees Volume II [Chapter 16 - Sometimes, bring out your devil for me]
Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees Volume II [Chapter 15 - Old Insecurities]
Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees Volume II [Chapter 14 - Cosy winter night]
Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees Volume II [Chapter 13 - Sweet little engagement]
Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees Volume II [Chapter 12 - Priorities]
Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees Volume II [Chapter 11 - What's the secret?]
