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The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle Sweet Caress
As we left the room, the house tour completely forgotten, Theresa took my hand again, her grip tight. We walked back to the sitting room in silence, the only sound being the soft creaking of the wooden floorboards beneath our feet. As we entered the dining area, the conversation stopped, and all eyes turned to us. Alexander's gaze narrowed slightly, his eyes flicking to Theresa's hand in mine before returning to my face. Mr. Sebastian's expression was curious, while Samantha's eyes seemed to hold a knowing glint. Theresa led me to the chair and sat down beside me, her hand still clasped around mine. "I'm sorry about that," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to get emotional." I squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It's okay," I said. "I'm here for you." The room fell into an awkward silence, with everyone looking at us, unsure what to say or do next. Alexander finally broke the silence, clearing his throat. "Well, since dinner is over, shall we take our leave?"
The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle Macaroni Cheese
I sat in the soft, supple black leather chair, its cushions conforming to my body, behind the large, polished mahogany table, its rich wood grain gleaming in the light. The table held a sleek, silver computer, a small, organized stack of files with colorful tabs, and a few crisp, white papers with neatly printed headings, all arranged with precision and care.I slowly leaned back in the chair, the soft creak of the leather accompanying my deliberate movement, and folded my hands over my chest, my fingers intertwining in a calm yet assertive gesture. My eyes narrowed slightly as I fixed a piercing gaze on the two figures standing before me, my eyebrows arching upward in a silent rebuke. My face set in a stern expression, I gave them a pointed, disapproving look, my lips compressing into a thin line, conveying a sense of quiet disappointment and subtle scolding.I let out a deep sigh, my voice laced with a monotone boredom, as I asked, "What happened this time?" My words dripped with a
The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle His Ex
As I entered the grand lobby of the magnificent building, the sounds of my heels echoed off the marble floor, and the guards heavy footsteps followed closely behind. My gaze shifted to Molly, who stood poised behind the expansive counter, her hands resting lightly on the surface. I flashed her a warm, genuine smile and nodded in greeting. In response, Molly's face lit up with a bright, welcoming smile, and she bowed her head slightly, her long, curly hair bobbing with the movement. I held her gaze for a brief moment before looking away, my eyes fixed ahead on the sleek, silver elevator doors, their reflective surface mirroring the bustling activity of the lobby. I remained oblivious to the curious side glances and furtive stares I received from the people passing by.The elevator doors slid open with a soft, metallic ding, I stepped inside, my heels clicking on the polished floor, and turned to face the front of the elevator. The two guards followed closely behind me, their heavy foo
The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle Fire On Fire
As I stood in front of the mirror, my gaze drifted over my reflection, my eyes tracing the curves of the dress that hugged my body. I couldn't help but stare at the way the vibrant red fabric seemed to glow against my skin.The dress was a tiny, shiny thing, its short hem flirting with the tops of my thighs. The tiny straps sat high on my shoulders, leaving a vast expanse of skin bare. The satin-like material caught the light, accentuating every curve and contour of her figure.My eyes lingered on the way the dress cinched at my waist, emphasizing my narrowest point before flaring out slightly at the hips. I felt a thrill of excitement and confidence as I took in my reflection, the dress making me feel like a completely different person.I turned slightly to the side, watching as the light danced across the fabric, highlighting the subtle sheen of the material. The dress was daring, provocative, and utterly captivating. I couldn't help but feel a sense of power and allure as I gazed a
The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle When Temper Flares
As I entered the club, the thumping bass and loud music enveloped me, making my heart race with excitement. The air was electric, filled with the energy of people letting loose and having a good time. I scanned the room, taking in the sea of dancing bodies, the flashing lights, and the couples smooching in the corners. The smell of sweat and perfume hung heavy in the air, adding to the intoxicating atmosphere.I made my way through the crowd, my eyes adjusting to the dim lighting. Suddenly, a hand grasped my arm, and I felt a gentle tug. I turned to see Jackson, his eyes sparkling with a warm smile, guiding me through the throng of people. We navigated through the dancers, the music growing louder with each step.As we reached the edge of the dance floor, Jackson led me to a corner, where a velvet rope cordoned off a section of the club. He nodded to the bouncer, who unclipped the rope, allowing us to pass. We walked down a short corridor, the music muffled by the thick curtains, and
The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle The Mafia's Shadow
I struggled to free myself from Alexander's grip, but his fingers only tightened around my arm, his nails digging into my skin. I tried to pull away, but he was too strong, his anger and adrenaline fueling his strength. He dragged me through the dimly lit hallway. I stumbled, my heels catching on the edge of the stairs, but Alexander didn't slow down. He pulled me along, his eyes fixed on some point ahead, until we reached a small door tucked away behind a row of booths. He pushed the door open and pulled me inside, shutting it behind us with a loud bang.We were in a narrow cloakroom, the air thick with the smell of coats and stale air. The only light came from a flickering overhead bulb, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Alexander's eyes blazed with anger, his chest heaving with ragged breaths. I tried to speak, but my voice caught in my throat as he turned to face me, his eyes burning with intensity."What the fuck do you think you were doing in there?!!" Alexander thundered, his
The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle Confessions
Instinctively, I relaxed against Alexander's chest, tilting my head to the side, urging him to continue. He leaned down and kissed my shoulder, making me shudder lightly. Alexander sighed, his hands tightening on my waist. "Nicole's father, Victor, is a ruthless mafia boss who rules the East Coast. Our families used to be allies, but a disagreement drove us apart. He loves his daughter so much that he'd do anything she asked. I guess, Nicole have probably cried to her father about wanting to be with me again. She can be very sly and manipulative most times." My mind reeled as I processed this information. I turned around to face him, my eyes meeting his grey ones. "I still don't understand, Alex. Why...why do it?" I felt the anger and hurt I had felt when I saw Nicole's hands and mouth on him resurfacing. He could have just outrightly rejected her. "You could have just rejected her!" Alexander's eyes locked onto mine, filled with a mix of frustration and desperation. "Victor threat
The Mafia Prince's Angel: His Miracle An Attack
As Alexander pulled me into a dark hallway, I stumbled after him, my heart racing with confusion. Where were we going? What was happening? I couldn't decipher the direction we were heading, the darkness disorienting me. Suddenly, a door swung open, and the cold night air hit me like a slap in the face. I gasped, my eyes adjusting slowly to the darkness outside.We were in an alleyway, the only sound the distant hum of the city and the soft crunch of gravel beneath our feet. Alexander's grip on my hand tightened as he pulled me along, his pace swift and urgent. I struggled to keep up, my mind reeling with questions."Alexander, what's going on?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. He didn't respond, his eyes fixed on some point ahead. I followed his gaze, but saw nothing but the dark outline of buildings.We turned a corner, and a sleek black car came into view. Alexander yanked open the door and pushed me inside, following close behind. The door slammed shut behind us, envelopin
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