How to Escape from a Ruthless Mobster
I wasn’t sure if it was for Mateo or me.
"Ryuu," the man greeted, his voice deep, rich. A chuckle followed, dark amusement flickering in his gaze as it landed on me. He extended a hand, and I took it without hesitation, my grip firm.
"Beatrice Morunaga."
His lips curled slightly at my last name, recognition flashing behind his eyes.
"My wife," Ryuu added, his tone smooth, final.
Mateo’s brows lifted slightly, but he recovered quickly, dropping into the seat across from us with effortless ease. He shrugged off his jacket, picked up his wine, and studied us in silence, his smirk unwavering.
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