Deadly Game; Seducing the Ruthless Mafia Lord
But just as I reached the doorway, fingers snatched at my hoodie from behind, yanking me back with surprising strength.
I stumbled, my teeth gritting as I caught myself.
"So, you really are a desperate bitch," Delia hissed, her nails digging into the fabric as she wrenched me back. "Old men weren’t enough for you, so now you’re fucking your boss?"
I yanked my hoodie free from her grip, stepping back before I did something reckless—like break her nose. My pulse was still hammering, my body thrumming with frustration, but I forced myself to meet Delia’s glare with an icy calm.
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