Enchanting the Mafia Don
I frowned , concerned and at the same time slightly annoyed, after the shit with Georgia, I was in absolutely no mood for dealing with an emotionally charged woman.
"Raven?" I called gently, watching her from a distance, unsure o what exactly to do.
She looked up, shaking slightly, "Luciano..."
The adjoining door opened, the elderly doctor Hartmann striding into the room, his slight limp even more pronounced.
"Mr Moretti," he called, peering at me over the rims of his gold rimmed half-moon glasses, "I was about to send for you."
My heart sank as a wave of anxiety washed over me. "Why? Is anything wrong?"
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