MAFIA INNOCENT ANGEL
I was in a large bedroom with minimalist decor, dark woods, clean lines, floor-to-ceiling windows showing a view of the city I didn't recognize.
Someone had left clothes on the chair beside the bed. A soft oversized shirt and comfortable pants, both too large for me but clean and dry.
I changed quickly, grateful to be out of my soaked nightgown, then cautiously opened the bedroom door.
The apartment beyond was stunning open concept, all black marble and modern furniture, with those massive windows overlooking the rain-drenched city. It looked like something from a magazine. Cold. Expensive. Impersonal.
"You're awake."
I jumped at the voice. Rafael stood by the window, backlit by the city lig
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