The Ruthless Mafia Lord's Regret
My touch sent a jolt through me, a spark of the connection we once shared.
Before she could protest, I carefully lifted her from the car, carrying her bridal style. A soft gasp escaped her lips, but I quickly placed a hand over her mouth to prevent a scream.
"Shh, Lucy," I whispered, my voice pleading. "Please, just listen."
We reached the patio of an old lake house. The setting sun cast a warm glow on the peaceful scene, starkly contrasting the turmoil within me.
I gently set her down, finally removing my hand. Lucy stood there, arms crossed, her expression a mixture of anger and hurt.
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