Stolen by the Mafia Boss
His green eyes flicked to mine, calm and cold, as though he hadn't just shattered the last bit of control I thought I had over my life.
“Don’t waste your energy, amorino,” he said, his voice maddeningly smooth.
I lunged, or at least I tried to. The hands on my arms yanked me back, and before I could summon another furious retort, a dark strip of fabric appeared in my peripheral vision.
“What the..."
The world went dark as the blindfold slid over my eyes. I thrashed harder, my screams escalating, but it was no use. The knot tightened behind my head, securing me in place.
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