Slave To The Mafia Alpha
If there’s one thing I’ve learned about Sven, it’s that he has an unnerving talent for leaving me speechless — and not in the good way.
My pulse was still trying to decide what emotion to land on — shock? disgust? mild homicidal urge? — when a familiar, syrupy voice sliced through the air.
“Well, well, well. Our Luna is here.”
I groaned internally. Oh, perfect. Venus.
She just had to be here.
Did I ever say I missed her? Yeah… I take that back.
I turned to Sven, hoping — praying — for some kind of explanation, a sign, anything that screamed “don’t panic, this isn’t what it looks like.”
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