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Chapter 68: The French Minister-Excelsior Roma
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The Mafia Kings Plaything Chapter 68: The French Minister-Excelsior Roma
The knock on the door yanked me back. Ghost entered first, always silent, always watching. Then Katarina.I stopped breathing.She wore red.Not just red sin.A high-slit gown that hugged her waist like it had secrets, with a neckline that plunged low enough to make my mouth dry. Her hair was pinned up, loose strands brushing her collarbone, and her lips were painted a deep, dark wine.My nurse. My prisoner. My curse.And she looked like she could walk into any ballroom and steal the soul of every man there.I stood. Slowly. My eyes traced every inch of her.“Jesus,” I muttered.Her gaze met mine, defiant and sharp. “What?”“You look…” I cleared my throat. “...dangerous.”She smirked, brushing her hand down the fabric. “That’s the idea.” Luce was behind, grinning like a demon. I saw her eyes flick to Katarina."Morning, hot nurse," she smirked.Katarina rolled her eyes. "Still not funny."Luce raised a brow. "That dress says otherwise."Ghost raised a brow. “You sure you want her in
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