MOLLY'S POVThe air inside Ferraro’s mansion was thick with tension, an invisible weight pressing down on me. The dim lighting cast long shadows against the walls, making the place feel more like a prison than a home. My mind was racing, trying to find an escape, but I knew better than to act impulsively. Ferraro wasn’t a man to be underestimated.He watched me with that same infuriating smirk like he knew exactly what I was thinking. "Come," he said, turning his back to me as he walked toward the grand staircase.I stayed rooted to the spot. "I’m not some pet you can order around."He stopped mid-step, exhaling a quiet laugh before turning back to me. "No, you’re not," he admitted. "But you are in my house. Which means, like it or not, you’ll follow my rules."I clenched my fists, glaring at him. "And if I don’t?"Ferraro’s eyes darkened, and in a blink, he was in front of me. He didn’t touch me, but his presence alone was overwhelming. "Then I’ll have to remind you why it’s in your
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