only yours darling
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He runs his hand down my stomach placing it over my soaking panties. I wait for him to move but he doesn't.
"Tell me what you want Madelyn" he says in a dark voice trying to get a reaction out of me .
"fuck you" I whisper back not knowing why I suddenly lost my voice.
he smirks before grabbing a fistful of my hair with his free hand.
"we need to do something about that mouth of yours darling"
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Madelyn Hale . Life has fucked her over too many times and she's not afraid to fight back. Her mouth is too big for her own good and is fluent in sarcasm and insults. Unfortunately for her that means trouble.
Lorenzo Armini. Leader of the Italian mafia. He is ruthless and believes in taking what he wants instead of asking for it, and right now what he wants is Madelyn.
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