BENEATH THE MAFIA'S BULLET
No," I answered and ended the call.
I stood up and paced the office once, then I returned to the tablet. The feed showed Mirabelle again. She spoke with Celeste in the hallway, her voice carried through the audio.
"I hate this uniform," Mirabelle said. "It makes me feel small."
Celeste answered calmly. "It is only clothes, Miss Brown. Keep your head high."
I smirked as I watched her clench her fists while she kept working and shut off the feed with a sharp motion.
Tonight, I would test her obedience properly. Push her and see how long that stubbornness lasted when I reminded her exactly who owned her body and how easily it responded to me.
A slow, dangerous smirk curved my lips. “Time to lea
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