Mafia's Captive Desire
“I hate this. I hate how you control everything. I’m here to pay off my brother’s debt, not...”
“Not what?” he cut in, his voice calm but dangerous. “Not fall under my control? Not feel what you’re feeling now?”
Lucy froze, her face heating, her body betraying her. She twisted her wrist, trying to pull free, but his grip held steady. “You’re wrong,” she whispered.
Barry’s lips curved faintly, not quite a smile, more like a warning. “Say that again, kitten. Say it without shaking.”
Her chest ached, her lip caught between her teeth. “I’m not… yours.” The words came out thin, trembling.
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