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Alexandro said. Fabio raised an eyebrow. "Hello to you too, Fabio. How are you? Nice to see you after so long." He pretended to repeat Alexandro's words with a teasing tone. Alexandro didn't react. Fabio sighed. "Alright. Mrs. Lucia, please lie down here." I walked to the examination table and sat on its edge. Fabio approached, his hand reaching for the hem of my shirt, about to lift it. Alexandro's hand gripped Fabio's wrist.

FABIOLA. My eyes slowly opened to be welcomed by the blurry sight of Tobias back view. He was shirtless or was I seeing things? He had his back turned to me, searching through the wardrobe. There was something written on his back with jet-black ink that shined under his skin. I couldn’t see what was written, I needed my glasses. Where were we and why was he shirtless? I tried to sit up but the pain in my head doubled and I winced. He slowly turned to fix his bored eyes on me.

She was supposed to be his wife. "Should I kidnap, ma'am?" Fabio suggested, clearing his throat, hesitating. He dismissed the idea with a shake of his head. "Just try to grope for more information." He told him, dismissing him. "Understood, boss." Fabio turned to the door. He rubbed his temple, feeling the beat of his heart quicken. "Who's the boy?" He asked intensely, with a scowl. "Andre. Abruzzo's dog!" Fabio replied with disdain.

I let them stand together so they could have some photos together for the press to print then Fabrico takes my hand again, leading me up the stairs where all the questions came about my pregnancy but I didn't say a word. Everything is good. I never thought I'd have a happy ending to my life while I was just a mere telemarketer until I found Fabrico. At this point, I don't know who found who because no matter what we'd been through, he never gave up on me. So I can say, I have a happy ending with the perfect family and I can say I'm living the fairytale life and rocking it well as well!! .......THE END...... What??? That's the end of The Forever Plan?? Yes, it is. I'm so grateful for those of

The room smelled of cedar, old books, and something darker—arousal, perhaps, and the faint scent of an aphrodisiac. He didn’t turn. “Lock the door.” She did. The click echoed like a sentence being passed. “Stand in the center of the room. Hands behind your back.” Ivy obeyed, positioning herself under the single overhead light. The choker caught the glow, gleaming like a collar of moonlight. Gabriel turned slowly. His eyes swept over her—the net material clinging to her breasts, nipples hard from the cold and fear. her full, rounded ass protruding through the holes, practically begging to be released. He smiled—slow, predatory—more satisfied than he had imagined she would look when he bought

He took a sip, nodding his approval at the taste; he studied the wine bottle, holding the neck, shrugging; he walked around the table to a bloody Fabio gasping while pressing his abdomen. Looking up at him, Fabio's eyes widened, "You?" but then it changed into a rough sly painful smile, "I always knew the goody two shoes was a fucking front." Relaxing against the table, Nico tilted the glass of wine, watching the content slosh. "But you couldn't stay away, could you?" When Fabio laughed, Nico could see his blood-coated teeth. "You're fucked, Nikol..." he began to cough and wince.

I stared up into his eyes until I folded and muttered, “What do you want..?” “Alright!” The sound of Fabio’s voice pulls me out of my thoughts as he comes to stand beside me to shift the laptop toward him. In black, thick-rimmed glasses, a tucked-in, button-up, blue striped shirt, and dark jeans, he is precisely like the stereotypical tech guru in every modern day movie—minus the part where he oversees the Mafia’s encrypted network. “You should be able to search freely without being flagged now,” he says as his fingers type at the speed of light before shifting the laptop back to sit directly in front of me.

He laughed, took his cigar out of his mouth and threw it to the ground before putting it off with his shoe. "I'm not giving you any information about him or help you steal anything from him!" I shot at Fabiano. "Oh, I know that now." He said in a low and dangerous tone. "But you're not entirely useless to me. You still have some use." He grinned. "What do you mean?" I asked, distressed. Fabiano didn't give me a reply, he simply gestured to one of his men, the bigger one and he walked to me. With the blink of my eyes, he ripped open my soft cotton shirt into two, exposing my bare breasts.

Fabio sat on the sofa in his bathrobe and put his arm around the blonde beauty beside him. The beauty was nestled in his arms, smiling at him obediently. Manuel walked forward and lowered his head. “Mr. Puzo.” Fabio lifted the glass on the table in front of him and nudged at the beauty. As the beauty poured wine into the glass, he asked, “I heard that you secretly took the money from The Commune's account into your own pocket?”

Isabella ―But before he takes her with him, do you have all your documents with you?" the woman asked. I nodded and took them out of my portfolio-style bag, handing them to her. As she reviewed them, I looked around the place. Ever since I entered through the elevator doors, the atmosphere felt cold. I could still feel it beneath my suit jacket. “Were they trying to keep it warm?” I thought sarcastically. It was fall, but it felt like a minimalist freezer decked out with quirky paintings.