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Chapter 56: Day Two with The Crippled Don

Author: Marie Jessette
last update Huling Na-update: 2025-07-06 01:20:23

Katarina’s POV – Mountain Safehouse

“God, you’re needy,” I muttered, yanking the blanket over my head.

“Then stop pretending you hate it,” Vittorio growled from the other side of the room.

His voice was already soaked in command, low and scratchy like he smoked bullets for breakfast. I heard the floor creak—bare feet. Heavy steps.

And suddenly, he was demanding.

No warning.

“Up. Now.”

I peeked from under the blanket on the couch. “It’s barely light out.”

“It’s noon.”

“Still rude.”

“Still, your Don.” He smirked. “And I want coffee. And your mouth shut.”

I grumble. “Make your own damn coffee.”

He tilted his head. “You want Ghost to drag you to the cold lake instead?”

I swore under my breath and padded out of the room, still wearing that soft robe that barely covered my ass. His eyes tracked every step.

When I came back, he was already shirtless, towel draped over his lap like some mafia god on vacation. The way he looked at me? Like he was picking out which sin to commit first.

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