The Mafia’s Pet
Suddenly, a little girl with dark, flowing hair skips down the aisle, her small hands carefully cradling a cream-colored pillow adorned with two golden, gleaming rings.
Diego places the ring onto my finger, its weight foreign and heavy. I mimic the action, sliding a matching ring onto his finger. It becomes a tangible symbol of a forced alliance, a reminder that Viktor can never have me as long as he possesses all of me.
Diego's fingers slowly lift the veil, revealing my face to him. As he leans in, there's an intensity in his gaze that communicates a possessive hunger. The kiss begins with a deliberate and firm press of his lips against mine, claiming them with an undeniable fervor. His arm
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