Novel & Cerita Temptress Hair Mafia

I just shook my head at him and smiled a little. "Eh? What type are you Reian? I heard that the 1st Mafia Boss here is handsome...what's his name?" Brenda asked Maureen, Maureen pouted as if she was thinking deeply. "Hellion....ah yes! Hellion, I heard he is the most handsome in the whole Mafia World hehehe" They both giggled. Even I was surprised by what they said but I couldn't help but smile. They don't know me being owned by Saint after all. So I have no right to hate the male flesh of my entire system.

Once Ari was all dressed up, she proceeded to her dressing table to apply a little makeup and style her hair. Ari planned to have a badass makeover transformation, to the extent that even the people that knew her would find it hard to recognize her. But she wasn't able to achieve something close because of lack of time. Alexander Clay was undoubtedly into blondes so Ari dyed her hair. She specifically went for dark blonde and it fitted her well. Once she was done putting up her hair in a high ponytail, she looked into the mirror and smiled at her reflection. She looked prettier than she had imagined and she looked a little different from her usual self. She was sure people that didn't know h

she mused, brushing my curly auburn strands. Gazing at our reflection in the mirror before us, I studied Maria as she dutifully ran her comb through my hair. Maria was pretty. If she let her hair down and dressed casually instead of in a maid’s uniform, she could look so much better. Her black hair was always held up in a tight bun, and as I regarded her, an idea suddenly struck my head. “Why do you always wear your hair up?” I asked her, trying to keep my tone as casual as possible.

I slammed my fists on the steering wheel, the horn blaring out in rage. Veins were popping on my forehead, jaw clenched so tight at the thought of my fucking allies kidnapping Araceli. Shit. This is what the mafia does — these fuckers use wives, mothers, children to bring us to our knees. But Araceli alone is fucking enough to destroy me. I don’t want a single strand of her hair missing. Shit— I will kill the motherfucker and peel off his skin so slowly he’d beg for his own fucking death.

“Come on, quickly.” I frown but with tentative movements do as he says, now facing the cockpit to my left. “Should I be worried?” I mumble to myself. To my surprise, his fingers comb through my hair, shooting waves of static down my scalp. A silly grin fights to make its way across my mouth as soon as I realize what he is truly doing. Vladimir Perazzo, the scary crime boss of Venice is braiding my hair. “If someone saw you like this right now, I’m afraid they might stop taking you seriously, like ever,” I grin too fondly, knowing he couldn’t see me this way.

Satisfied with washing her skin she turn on the shower allowing the cool water dribble from her hair down to her skin . Opening the liquid body wash she applied a large quantity on her long thick hair , this was the second time she was letting it down without fear of caution . Master Lugard never allowed ladies in the mob to let their hair down except Amelia his sex toy ,all the Ladies had their hair tied up if any one was caught let she's at the risk of being bald . She knew she was on the road to freedom ,her hair let down for more than five minutes was one sign to freedom . She washed it off quickly before strapping the robe around her body , she blew her hair dry before settling into her

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I staggered backward, my back hitting the walk behind as I panted heavily. That name—Moretti—shouldn’t have been said in front of me. Whether he was the Moretti being referred to or not. “That’s him. The devil that caused your near-death.” Freya’s voice sliced through my thoughts. I turned toward the TV. Dante’s face filled the screen. He looked impossibly handsome, that smug smile everyone adored. Sienna showed up behind him, a smile on her face too. My stomach clenched as hate rose hot and bitter.

As I move, my dress rustles softly, and my hair stays perfectly in place. "Wow, Lessia is this not too much?", I ask unsure. "No, it is perfect", Lessia said still trying to arrange the strands of hair on my head. I rolled my eyes and said, "Lessia why did you dress me like this, I look like two million threw up on me". She looked at my reflection in the mirror and said, "You look amazing and by the way you are the daughter of the Mafia boss, you need to dress the part". "Mafia?", I asked confused.

she scoffed. "Boss is someone who tends to keep his emotions to himself. I joined the clan at a very young age, so I know a few things about him. He would rather push you away from him, and he might never be able to express how he feels." Snow looked at her," Why?" she asked in a very soft tone. "I think it's time to tell you this," Melissa muttered. Snow gave her full attention. "The boss is under a contract. An agreement that sealed his fate, crowning him as one true emperor of the Italian mafia, united with an iron fist," Melissa said, which got Snow staring at her, trying hard to make meaning out of it, but her brain couldn't process it.