Trapped by the Mafia Boss
Instead, they led me through the sleek glass doors of the lobby, the scent of expensive cologne filling my nostril.
And then, without a word, we stepped into the elevator.
We walked down the hallway, till we stopped in front of one of the apartment doors and the men unlocked it.
I walked inside, my eyes scanning the apartment as the men followed behind me. The place was beautiful, big but still cozy. The soft glow from the ceiling lights bounced off the smooth wooden floors, and everything looked new, untouched.
“It’s a one-bedroom apartment,” one of the men said, standing by the door. “You’ve got a jacuzzi shower, a balcony, and everything’s been set up just the way you like it. On the tabl
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