The Mafia's Angel
With his hair slicked back, his icy blue eyes and facial features were better portrayed.
His features were stunning, and his entire look was even more refined.
He took another look at his wrist, and just as he was about to object, he saw Julia catwalking in his direction.
He was enthralled by her beauty the moment he laid eyes on her. No woman had ever made him feel this way. His gaze was fixed on her as she walked toward him, her hair blowing softly in the breeze.
It seemed to him that he had seen an angel. She was, of course, an angel to him, but a more seductive one, if such a thing existed.
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