One Year with the Mafia Boss
“That is all it is.”
“No,” Sabrina says firmly, her eyes never leaving mine.
“Yes,” I insist, my voice rising.
“No,” she repeats, her tone unwavering.
“Yes!” I snap, my frustration bubbling over.
Sabrina falls silent, her expression unreadable. She leans back in her chair, her arms crossed over her chest. For a moment, neither of us speaks. The air between us feels heavy, charged with unspoken words and emotions.
Finally, Sabrina sighs and looks away. “Believe it or not,” she says, her voice quiet but firm, “he loves you.”
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