Sold To The Ruthless Mafia Don
“I’m whatever I need to be to get her out of here.”
The air thickens, tension pressing in like a held breath. Someone nearby mutters, “Yo, chill,” but neither of them does. They’re locked in a silent standoff, and for a beat too long, I think they’re actually going to throw punches, over me.
I lift my hands, a lazy grin tugging at my lips as I try to ease the heat in the air. “He’s my bodyguard, okay? Not my dad. Not my boyfriend. Definitely not the fun police.”
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