Claimed By The Mafia Boss
“Got it.”
He gave me one last look, unreadable as always, before leaving the room.
The silence stretched.
Amara smirked, leaning back in her chair. “You know… you’re living every fangirl’s dream right now.”
I sipped my coffee. “If I ever catch you making a fan edit of me, I’m putting you six feet under.”
She grinned. “Then I’ll make sure it goes viral first.”
And despite myself, I laughed.
The next morning, I woke up earlier than usual. No nightmares, no interruptions. Just a sharp, cold clarity that had been growing in me since the surgery.