Kidnapped By The Mafia Boss
My mind is caving to his song, giving in to his mind-control until I force myself to open my eyes, to stay in control of my own body.
Laughter comes from the other side of my prison cell when I manage to stay in control—Courtney is watching me with mild interest. She is wearing bellydancer clothes for the occasion, watching me through her thick eyelashes.
"You're strong," Courtney says from where she stands, leaning against one of the pillars with a glittering smile. "Of course, I already knew you were strong from our human life, but you don't remember anything, do you?"
I glare up at her with pearls of sweat licking my neck. I'm not sure what game Courtney is playing, but I'm tired of her s
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