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45- drugged
Alessia Romero
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ospiti
The event had commenced. Guests were flowing around like bees as they conversed. Every mafia event I attended ever since I got abducted, all were luxurious with people who had nothing other than money.
Lino and I had a good scheme to get me out of the place. The escape plan was in motion and I sort of trusted Lino.
Countless butterflies were fluttering in the confines of my stomach as I strolled to the ballroom where the event was to take place. The man who was the reason for the gathering, in other terms, Vincenzo, was not at the event yet. Rumours were that he left early in the morning and promised to return but now the night had plugged in, yet he was not around.
The white dress I wore hugged every curve bringing out m
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