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Chapter 83: His Outlet
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2026-01-06 15:10:55
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I Sold Out a Mafia Boss Chapter 83: His Outlet
Lana’s POVThe clock ticks past seven when I see headlights through the window. My heart skips, races, then stumbles like it always does whenever Ricardo returns.I peek through the curtains. There he is, climbing out of the car. He looks dark, commanding and dangerous. Just the sight of him makes my nipples harden against the fabric of my blouse.I hate how much I missed him today. Not the fear, not the chaos, not even the whiplash of never knowing which Ricardo will walk through the door, but him. Just him.The man who calls me his holy grail. The man who also breaks me, piece by piece.When he walks in, I force a smile. I try to catch him softly. “Just in time,” I say lightly. “I made dinner. Are you staying the night?”He doesn’t even glance at the table. His eyes are colds and hard as stone, and his voice is blunt.“No. I just came to fuck and leave. It’s been a stressful day. I need release.”I am taken aback by his bluntness, but I try to compose myself and swallow the hurt. Th
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