Trapped by the Mafia Boss
I said it, but God, it was harder this time.
The third box had a collection of novels, and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. I couldn't return this, it wasn’t a luxury gift, right? Just books. Books weren’t bribery. Books were safe. A harmless, thoughtful gesture.
I was bargaining with myself, and I knew it. But as my fingers traced the cover, the side of me that wanted to keep them won.
Six novels. All from my favorite authors.
How did he know?
The thought sat uncomfortably in my mind as I gathered the empty packaging, along with the designer bag, and carried them straight outside. I dumped them into the hallway, shutting the door more gently this time.
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