Forced To Be The Mafia King's Bride
He just looked at me with that calm, infuriating smirk, like he was still in control even when I had his life in my hands.
My grip tightened. Why wasn’t he afraid?
“Pretty doll,” he murmured, folding his arms leisurely behind his head like he was watching a circus show. “What do you think you’re doing?”
That smirk, I wanted to rip it off his face.
“Wipe that stupid grin off your face,” I snapped, trying to sound fierce, but I wasn’t sure it worked.
“Why should I?” he drawled, tone rich with mockery. “You’re entertaining me with your little display of sheer foolishness.”
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