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MY MAFIA PRINCESS
“Can I tell you a little secret, Cassandra?”
“Yes…”
“You are wet.”
I immediately push his hand away and move down and sit next to him on the chair, “I am not!”
He points over to my legs and laughs, “Your drink, Cassandra, you have messed your drink on your legs.”
“Oh…I am sorry…I thought…I thought you were…”
“Having naughty thought of you in my head?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, princess. My thoughts are near damn dirty when it comes to you.”
BABY DOLL: A MAFIA ROMANCE
So I can say that I can honestly stand here in front of a broken man and claim victory, for I see the tiniest of tears start to build to a torment in the corners of those soft hazel eyes. I can say now, for certain…
I have conquered the mountain.
I have brought Lucas Lucero down to his knees.
I have made the Big Mafia Boss cry.
Am I satisfied with the victory? Oddly I am not. I am feeling a sadness that I cannot compare to anything that I have ever felt before. Not even the first time when he broke me did I feel this way.
What I do feel is ashamed.