Auctioned As A Bride To The Mafia Boss
He’s not going to get what he wants so easily.
Raphael chuckled, his eyes gleaming with amusement. “Well, well... someone’s feisty.”
I wasn’t sure if that was a compliment or a warning. Just then, I noticed his right-hand man move forward, a muscle twitching in his jaw. He didn’t like my tone. He took a step toward me, as though he intended to force me into compliance.
But Raphael held up a hand, stopping him in his tracks. “Remember, Xavier,” he said, his voice cool but commanding, “this little rabbit is my exclusive property.”