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NEXT GATHERING

مؤلف: Aikohi
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-01 12:00:40

LOLA'S POV

The next mafia gathering is smaller and more intimate, a dinner party at Vincent Romano’s estate to celebrate his birthday.

I’m getting ready in our bedroom when Ocean comes in, already dressed in a dark suit.

“You look beautiful,” he says, watching me apply lipstick in the mirror.

“I’m not even done yet.”

“You’re always beautiful.” He comes up behind me and wraps his arms around my waist. “Are you nervous about tonight?”

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