The Mafia's Not So Fluffy Romance
a cold voice spoke, making Oliver Davies smirk.
The lady, who seemed like an assassin, was dressed in entirely black leather clothes, covering her hand with black gloves. Her Dutch braid was hanging over her shoulder, as she stood in front of the table.
"Welcome, Spider," Oliver Davies smirked as he stood up from his chair, walking in front of the table.
"Mr Davies, I've some news for you," Spider said in a stoic voice, entire face covered with a mask.
"Spider ah Spider," Davies chuckled. "Tell me, when are you going to address me as 'master'? My ears are longing to hear that word from you."
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