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"Didn't you just eat?" Aria asked disapprovingly at the idea of going out for breakfast with him.

The unforgiving Mafia Don famous for his ruthless ways and a pianist who avoided media, would surely make headlines. And attention was the last thing she wanted right now.

"You call this breakfast?" he scoffed while taking off his coat and setting it down on the kitchen counter, his lean muscular form even more visible as his thick muscles almost popped out in the crisp white shirt.

Aria almost groaned at his attitude "Either way, I'm not going"

He sighed, knowing she would say that "If you go with me today, maybe I'll never bother you again" he said with a smirk while playing with the fork, the intricate design on the silverware intrigued him.

"Liar" her voice mocked as he flipped the silverware on the marble floor wordlessly as he stood up.

"I don't lie" his eyes held unwavering determination as his fingers tightened up in fists in rage of being disrespected. No one had the courage to speak to him this way.

He didn't know why he was tolerating this nymph.

"Do you really mean it?"

He nodded at that as his eyes bored into her "I mean everything I say" he whispered with a strange glint as her heart kickstarted against her ribs in a strange feeling.

"Ok, then Mr Hayes" she commented before walking away, towards her room to get changed "You can sit anywhere you want, just don't touch anything" she stated rudely as Abigor whistled away and plopped down on the couch.

He picked up a golden Buddha statue from the coffee table, looking at its designs "As you say, Aria".

She stormed away in anger and slammed the door behind her while breathing heavily. This man got on her last nerves and she couldn't tell him off because of his power in the underworld.

She'd have to be careful and calculate her each move while around him.

She quickly took a shower and changed into simple clothing, a white top and chequered shorts. She tied her long dirty blonde hair up in a tight bun and walked out of the room.

Her gaze fell on Abigor lying on the couch with one of his hands under his head and the other holding a photo frame

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Her gaze fell on Abigor lying on the couch with one of his hands under his head and the other holding a photo frame. She knew all too well what that frame had.

A younger form of herself holding close Kahlil, both of them looking dead at the camera.

His gaze snapped back at her as he sat up "You both look like you murdered someone" he snickered, putting it back at its rightful place, beside the golden statue.

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