My Mafia Mystery: The Barefoot Princess

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of the Palazzo Hotel, hearing the steady breathing of the occ

myself as I pulled the lock picks fr

hould be at 3am. Only a sleepy looking desk clerk had possibly seen me, but I think the

u would expect to find at a five s

uietly open before I snuck inside. The room was lavishly decorated and my bare feet sunk into the thick carpet. Exquisite

a bonus for sure, but I had

m moonlight streaming in through the open windo

put it?" I mouthed, not daring to whisper

lled over, facing the bedside table - an

ed, didn't it?" I thought t

acefulness of his expression, making him seem like a Viking from the olden days. I could imagine him leading a group of fellow Vikings on a raid,

rely covered by the duvet and I bit my lowe

I guess that meant he was supposed to be my rival too. It should be a crime to lust after a man who would probably s

about her work as a prostitute. I just had no desire to launch myself at the Milano men who hung around the house

icked it up and opened it carefully, my eyes watching the man's face for an

emed familiar somehow with its zig-zag rows of diamonds encompassing the entire piece of jewellery, but I guess it wasn't so unusual to a

iece. I had initially planned to string it around my neck beside my own necklace, but there was no way I could walk ba

t back down in the exact location I had found it. I was about to tuck the necklace into my bra - the onl

, his green eyes watching me closely. Before I could blink, he

hat I can only describe as a

s his hands cupped my face. I closed my eyes as his tongue swept inside

I shivered at the contact, a s

realise that it had come from me. That realisation was like a bucket

rom my fist, glinting in the moonlight and I could see the moment he noticed it. The passionate haze in his eyes turned ice cold a

ran as fast as I could, escaping through the door as fast as I could. The roar of anger behind me told me that the man was following me, so I darted down the

appen. It spurred me on, bursting out of the stairwell as fast as I could before I dashed through the foyer. I heard the desk clerk shout out in su

mering loudly against my ribcage. Leaning against a nearby tree, I bent

she sees that I destroyed her cous

feet and groaned. In my haste to r

re. And what was worse was the knowled