Warmth, that was will the mafia could feel as he rose, opening his eyes to see, the breathtaking face of the woman who had his heart, her head on his chest and legs tangled together no knowing when they both lulled to sleep from each other presence,
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Flashback…..
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It had been a few days since the confrontation by Fabian pushing some sense into him, it may have calmed down but marcels anger had not, as he stayed on the bed looking straight to the 20th century designed styles ceiling, but his mind wasn't fully there, as he thought back to a few days prior, he remembered how hard he tried going to club paradise not wanting to see her,
But he luckily had a meeting with Fabian that day. He didn't know if the fucker was doing it on purpose, having a meeting at club Paradise knowing fu
