The Mafia Don's Innocent Love
He leaned in for a tender kiss, his whispered words brushing against my ear, "You are their Queen."
Baffled yet intrigued, I voiced my curiosity, "What's happening?"
With synchronized purpose, the quartet stepped forward, their movements wordlessly compelling. My lips nervously moistened as I awaited an explanation, my heart's rhythm accelerating as they drew closer.
Then, in a display of deep reverence, they knelt, one knee pressed to the ground. Their actions were mirrored by those behind them, heads bowed in deference.
A plea for them to rise tumbled from my lips, but Artemy's gentle shake of his head indicated otherwise. "Let them proceed, Rebecca. It's a ritual of great significance," h
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