The Captured Mafia Bride
Xiomar was dressed in his usual black colours, while Emilo wore the tightest pair of leather pants I have seen, with a vest that was unbuttoned, his scars making his skin beautiful.
He whistles as he sees me, making his brothers turn.
“Fuck, Lyla,”Achilles says, heat blazing in his eyes. Even Xiomar couldn't disguise his reaction well, eating me up just as I wanted them to.
“Do I look good boys,” I say, spinning around. I wore a pair of cheetah print bum shorts,a white baby tee crop top that pushed by boobs so high, I could suck on them. After putting my hair into two braided pigtails and the dark red lips I favoured for when I felt raunchy,I knew I looked hot.
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