CHAPTER FIFTY

I bent down to the woman on the floor brushing a strand of her hair from her face before resting my hand against her soft cheek. 

She looked so fragile, so crushed. She seems so Different from the woman I usually see in this business. 

It was a surprise to me how a woman like her could be related to the Valdès's. 

She looked to be too innocent to have been born into this life. 

She didn't look like she belong here, in this world of the mafia but The fact of it was that she was indeed la princesa de la mafia

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María's POV-

His soft hand against the skin of my cheek, I sighed leaning into his touch. 

"Lucien" I breathed at the warm feeling that spread through me.

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