The Mafia's Crazy Obsession
“I want to have a visit with my sister. You have no business hovering around. Surely, we won't be discussing anything you'll find interesting, so you don't need to monitor us.”
Before he could answer, footsteps echoed on the marble floors, and we all turned in time as Abel appeared. He wore a maroon-colored long-sleeved shirt that clung to his sculpted body, along with new, tight-fitted, blue jeans. His cobalt-blue eyes locked on mine, and my heartbeat quickened, my body tingling, an almost fluid rush between my legs, every hair suddenly static, standing on end.
Fuck.
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