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Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

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" Veronica was having a hard time, so he helped her all the way to the bedroom. He talked a big game about focusing on our family, yet his body was completely enthralled by a younger, fresher piece of meat. At long last, I lifted my gaze to look at him. My eyes were as still as a lake, utterly calm and without the slightest ripple. "I know. I understand." He was driven mad by my calmness. He shot to his feet, only for his gaze to catch the large burn scars on my arm. "Vivian, was one scar not enough? Are you going to use even more injuries to tie me down?" "This won't happen again. I won't do anything so foolish anymore."

It’s replaced by a darker, simmering look. Danica pulse thrums faster. And she doesn’t know if it’s the champagne that’s making her bolder or his scorching gaze, but she surrenders to her instincts. Leaning in toward his finger and with her eyes on his, she licks the cream off with the tip of her tongue.

The rich, slightly metallic sweetness filled the room. He took a deep breath, his face melting into bliss. "Insane. This smells freaking insane! You can tell it's top-notch just by smelling it!" He grabbed a glass and poured it full to the brim. The deep red liquid swirled like freshly drawn blood. As the screen exploded with virtual gifts, he tilted his head back and downed it in huge gulps, like he was drinking water. He slammed the empty glass on the table, letting out a loud burp. "Damn, this shit hits hard! It feels like fire burning straight into my stomach!"

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He spoke to the soldier beside him without taking his eyes off Aazim, the soldier nodded and walked towards Aazim. Aazim who had come out from under the chair was angry and scared but more angry because his plot had now failed but still he kept a bold look on his face. He looked round the hall and accessing the damage, there was not a single follower of his that remained alive, he frowned. He had heard when Saadiya screamed his name, he could see the pain and anger in her facial expression and as he watched her approach him, he withdrew a small knife from underneath his shirt and held it out of the sight of the others.

Got you 💙 Let’s do this right. No shortcuts. Real, quiet, healing. Here’s *Chapter 21: Come Home* --- *Chapter 21: Almost Happy* The wind off the water was sharper now. Hector kept his arms around Beatrice. He wasn’t counting the minutes. He was counting her breaths Behind them, Simy hadn’t moved. He stood a few feet away with his hands in his hoodie pockets, watching the waves like they’d personally offended him. His jaw was tight. He looked sad. Helpless. Like he wanted to fix it and didn’t know how.

Sinclair watching us lazily from his seat on the couch, his protruded cock still bobbing as he puffed on his cigar. His eyes met mine and he smirked. Something about how sensual it was made my stomach tickle. He crushed the butt of his cigar on the ashtray, still holding my gaze. He poured whiskey slowly into a glass cup, and my eyes flickered his fingers closed round the glass as he swirled the liquid slowly, and brought it to his lips. When I looked up, his eyes were still holding mine down, black with lust. His gaze flickered down to my breasts, and my stomach kicked when he bit his lips.