A Pet for the Mafia Dons
“Mortgaged to whom, my damsel in distress?’ he asks softly, his hands in his trouser pockets. I take a hasty step back and come up against the door.
He is almost in my face and I can smell the expensive cologne and manly scent of his body, the smoke of his expensive cigars.
Was I mad to come here, I ask myself, wanting only to turn and run.
But Liam is relentless.
“Mortgaged to whom, girl?” This time he asks brusquely and I know his eyes are on me.
I bow my head and it comes out in a whisper,
“Dean Nelson.”
*
Liam O’Brien turned to the silent giant, Finn St Just and I felt rather than saw a silent message pass between them. I felt my palms turn sweaty as I saw the slow smile spreading on Lia
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