MY CASANOVA MAFIA
It was emotion on top of emotion, churning inside her—confusion, fear, anger, and something else she just couldn't identify.
How was she ever going to be able to trust him? How was she ever going to trust anyone after all the lies, the manipulation, the violence? And yet, looking at him now, lying there pale and vulnerable, fighting a fever, something inside of her started to shift. "I don't even know what to believe myself, Arnulfo," she said softly, with just a barely audible whisper. She gazed into his eyes, with a heavy weight of uncertainty weighing down on her heart. Arnulfo's face changed. The ruthless face of a mafia kingpin gave way to a man who was as fragile as she was.
He wasn't
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