The mafia's bride
Raffaele glanced in my father's direction, searching for assistance.
"Don't dispute it. When I see what I desire, I know it. And you want Freya," hissed Damon . It was not refuted by Raffaele. "If I see you gazing at her in that way once more. If I discover you two alone in a room together. I will murder you if I discover that you have touched her hand as much.
Raffaele became flushed. "You don't belong to the Outfit. Even if I had raped her, no one would ever tell you anything. For you, I could break her in." God, Raffaele, stop talking.
Bab Populer