Enchanting the Mafia Don
I had the final say here!
"Well, I demand to know," she said, her tone now more frustrated than angry. I stood up abruptly, walking over to her. We locked eyes, a dark look passing between us, the silence stretching taut like a spring. Suddenly, Raven raised her hand as if to strike my chest, and instinctively, I tackled her to the ground, threatening to overpower her. She wriggled beneath me, breathing heavily, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. Something about the desire to cry in her eyes broke something within me, and I loosened my grip on her, enough for it not to hurt, leaning impossibly close so that our lips were mere inches from touching. My gaze lingered on Raven's full lips, a
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