Craving My Mafia Obsession
And still, somehow, she smiled at me like she didn’t have a single reason to be afraid.
I think that’s when it started. The pull I didn’t understand at the time hell, I didn’t want to. But something about her made the noise in my head dim.
Like the weight I always carried on my back, the blood, the orders, the coldness of Sebastian’s fathers world, it all blurred when she looked at me.
“Hi,” she said, voice soft but clear. “I’m Sabrina.”
I was fifteen. She was thirteen. The only thing I knew at that moment was that she didn’t belong here. And that someone, somewhere, would notice that eventually.
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