Angel In The Mafia’s Hell
The tension between us crackled in the air, charged with a dangerous energy.
“Tell me, angel, are you looking for something you can’t find in your perfect little world?” My voice was soft now, almost taunting, as I gently brushed a strand of hair away from her beautiful face. She flinched at my touch but didn’t move away or tell me to fuck off. She would run and never look back if she was smart, but something held her in place, rooting her to the spot as if she was under a spell. Or maybe she was the one who had me under a spell.
I studied Summer’s face, a flicker of something unreadable passing across her eyes. “I can guarantee you that my world is anything but perfect,” she responded blunt
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