Bound To My Mafia Stepuncle
The door was slightly ajar, and the room beyond was dimly lit, simple yet elegant.
“You’ll stay here tonight,” he said, his voice calm, commanding, and impossible to ignore. “Lock the door, take a shower and go to bed.”
Aaira nodded, barely able to speak. Her hands shook as she fumbled with the lock, the weight of the unknown pressing down on her.
“T…t …thank you, uncle.”
Keiran let out a dark chuckle, one which made her skin crawl. He took slow yet deliberate steps towards her. Every instinct in her body screamed to run, to do anything which would put some distance between them. But her feet refused to move,
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