Sold To The Mafia Boss
He looked down at me, his expression unreadable.
“Respect?” I mumbled, unable to hold back. The word left my lips before I could stop it, my voice weak but steady.
He paused, his smirk fading just slightly. “Yes,” he replied, his tone cold, serious. “Respect. You think you’re the only one who’s suffered? The only one who deserves sympathy?” He shook his head. “No. You haven’t even begun to understand what real pain is.”
I looked up at him, holding his gaze. “And this is your idea of teaching me?” I asked, my voice sharper than I’d meant, but I couldn’t stop myself.
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