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The Mafia King's Girl

SYNOPSIS ‘’You can’t keep doing this princess, you make me ache for you. I want you, I want everything about you, not just your company but your body, all to myself. ‘’he says to her, his hard naked chest brushing against hers. She looks up at him, nervous and confused. Oh, how many things would he have given up to have those rosy lips right where he wanted them. ‘’But you are a dangerous man, you told me I shouldn’t trust you,’’ she says to him innocently. ‘’Oh kitten, I really am a dangerous man, but when it comes to you, all I want to do is fu…’’ ………………………………………….. He is the dangerous mafia king of new york, his world revolves around guns and drug shipments, murders, and everything illegal. The overly handsome lad that owns the heart of all women. But does it help, when a beautiful innocent woman sees something she shouldn’t have. A woman whose memory she lost, has no idea of what danger is, even if it’s a walking masterpiece. Can love prevail where betrayal stands, can lust overcome treachery? Tag along to unravel the mysteries in; THE MAFIA KING’S GIRL

AliceMyra · 现代言情
分數不夠
143 Chs

Chapter 52

She paced around the office with a tense, obscure expression. Her steps were agitated, betraying the impatience and anxiety she felt as she waited for news about the latest mission. As she moved, a memory surfaced, unbidden:

*Flashback*

"You've failed me again," her father's voice boomed, filling his opulent office.

She stood before his desk, fists clenched at her sides. "I didn't fail. The intel was outdated. By the time I arrived—"

"Excuses!" he interrupted, slamming his hand on the desk. "A true leader adapts, overcomes. You should have found a way."

"How? The shipment was already gone, the warehouse empty. There was nothing left to—"

Her father's cold laugh cut her off. "Nothing left? There's always something, if you know where to look. Your problem, my dear, is that you don't think like a winner. You think like a failure."

The words stung, but she held her ground. "Maybe if you'd sent me sooner—"