Bound To The Mafia
Isadora.
I quickened my steps, catching her by the arm just as she was about to head down the stairs. She froze, startled, her wide eyes meeting mine.
"Didn't your parents teach you it's not nice to eavesdrop, huh, Dora?" I asked, my voice dangerously low.
"I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!" she squeaked, her voice trembling. "I swear, I-I was just looking for Rafe," she stammered. Her cautious tone told me she could sense my mood. Good.
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