The Mafia Don's Obsession
Ria was staring at me, her grey-blue eyes as cold and thoughtful as Lucien Delano’s
“Are you here instead of Shah?’ she asked her eyes narrowing in a familiar manner.
It was so similar to her father that I felt myself stiffen in fear.
“No,’ I replied, trying to wrap my head around the fact that this chit of a child, could make me feel so disconcerted.
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“But I am here to help your Mum.’
“My Mumma,’ said Ria proudly, ‘is an excellent ( she said it as att-lent) cook. She works for the kwawledg [ I think she meant college!'] In Japan. She is the best Mumma ever.’
And then, “My Pappa loves her. But not as much as he loves me, of course.’
You bet, I thought, unable to hide my smile as I could s
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