Prisoner To The Mafia King
Chapter Eight
Lucia's POV
Damien stepped so close his shadow fell across me, completely nude. His hands fisted around my jaw, the pain making me wince as he angled my face up for inspection.
“Beauty, one hundred million,” he declared coolly.
He let go, and my head tipped to the side, a sliver of drool slipping from the corners of my lips.
My first instinct would be to scream that he had no right, that this very man had played the part of my family's executioner not twelve hours ago.