BOUND TO MY MAFIA KING
It was what she was doing.
In every single one, she was either naked or wearing clothes that revealed more than they covered. In some, she looked high or drunk. In others, she had men crawling on top of her.
Before Ariella picked it up, I even caught sight of one where she was unconscious, broken, bruised, and completely naked.
“No, no, no, no, no!” Her voice lifted into a scream as she clutched the pictures she had picked to her chest, most of them falling back to the floor. Her voice was cracked, broken by tears.