TAMING HIS LITTLE DOVE
Marcel dipped his cigarette in the ashtray as he struggled to lean forward, the blonde lady on his legs wouldn’t stop rubbing his chest.
“You haven’t set foot in Italy since Evelina, what’s the danger now?”
Lucian’s eyes flickered to Aria for a split second, “Italy is my home, isn’t it?”
Gio reached for his glass, “Fair enough, but we both know you. Whose head do you want now?”
“Rafael Monterio.” Lucian murmured.
Silence fell in the room instantly, Aria’s throat tightened. Her eyes scanned them thoroughly; they knew him, that’s for sure.
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