The Mafia's Dangerous Desire
“Deal with me? Shouldn’t I be the one dealing with you, Chelsea? What did you do to me seven years ago, huh?”
“W-What do you mean? I don’t understand,” Chelsea stammered, yanking her arm free and turning to leave.
But Amora wasn’t letting her go that easily. She quickly followed Chelsea, who was getting back into her car, and stopped her from closing the door. Her hand got caught in the process.
Amora gritted her teeth but didn’t flinch.
“You really are crazy, Amora!” Chelsea yelled angrily.
She reluctantly opened the door again because Amora was persistent. Before Chelsea could escape, Amora grabbed the car keys from the ignition.
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