Saved By The Mafia Boss.

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the silence. My heart dropped hard in my chest as I stared at the shatt

no,

tried to gather the broken pieces, un

iterally, of course, but sometimes I wished he

and I flinched, squeezing my eyes shut for just a s

ow, Ava?" I heard Bryce say

o see the rage on his face. I kept my e

n a whisper, my voice was ba

edge cut into my palm. I sucked in a breath, holding

made Bryc

crunch on the broken glass as he moved closer. "You're always

eyes. I was losing that battle ag

o... I'll clean

a handful of my hair a

" His grip was so tight, I could literally feel som

rds coming out on autopilot. It w

e back. I stumbled back, hitting my arm on t

backing away as quickly as I cou

kly dashed down the stairs before he could c

hear the front door open or see the huge figures walk in,

lack shoes first, then traveled up to the tall, imposing figures standing before me.

t. Unlike the other three, who wore very dark sunglasses that

, so calculating. I'd never seen anyone with eyes like that before. They were empty, devoid of any emotion. His face was chiseled, ridiculously

When he stepped forward, closing the distance between us, my fear spiked. The fear I felt from Bryce all thes

n and I turned to see him at the top of the stairs

came down the stairs, trying to ma

en him like

pecting you.

for a brief moment before returning to Bryce. I could feel the weight of hi

s growing with each second of silence. "She's... she's just m

till on the floor. I got up to my

s teeth again and I scurried away immediately. I could feel Mr.

my hand trembling as I prepa

facing each other with the low coffee table between them. The other thr

the tray, my sore arm throbbed, the pain so su

late... the glasses tipped over, onto the

t another batch of broken gla

ar and anger. Before I could even think to move, he grabbed my arm so

r..." I tried to pull away,

nothing

ryce immediately. Bryce froze, his face going pale as he slowly turn

rd me. L

en burned. I stumbled back, clutching my throbbing

no's eyes on me, acce

e?" Mr. Morano's tone was cold,

even form words

Morano said, his gaze fixed on me. "

those words echoed in my head.

nd closed a few times as if he was searching for the rig

as getting. He was very ser