THE MAFIA'S PRICE
His palm resumed its gentle caress along my back, dipping to the curve of my hip, as if even a business call couldn't interrupt this new habit of constant contact.
"Boss," came the voice on the line, Liam, I recognized, his tone clipped and professional despite the early hour. The clock on the nightstand glowed 7:12 a.m., the winter sun just beginning to filter through the heavy curtains. "Got a tip from our contact. Haruto Suzuki's in town. He landed last night, private jet from Tokyo. He's here for some discreet meetings, wrapping up loose ends before heading back. Word is, he's open to new partnerships while he's stateside."
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