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Scanning the pages again, I chuckled.
"Mafia notes, huh?" I asked, cocking a brow. I glanced up at her, sure to make my tone as condescending as possible. "That's a bit on the nose for a crime boss's daughter, don't you think?"
The girl averted her eyes at once, shrouded by embarrassment.
I was getting under her skin. It was a start.
I skimmed over a section detailing a graphic scene between two characters that involved being tied up with ropes, hot candle wax, and phrases lewd enough to make anyone's mother clutch her pearls.
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