Escaping The Mafia King

Chapter 3: 3

I crossed the distance between Ethan and me, grabbed his shoulder from behind, and pulled him off Stella’s body.

Stella stumbled back on her feet from the impact but caught herself from falling.

“Hope I am…” she started saying.

But before she could continue, I lifted my palm to her face to indicate that she should stop talking

“Hope, I do not want this girl in my house ever again.” Ethan said while pulling himself off my hold and trying to manage his clothing. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and continued talking,

“Stella tried to kiss me! She does not have enough shame to even think about you.”

I did not reply to his words. As soon as Ethan had freed himself off from my hold, I walked forward to Stella.

I grabbed her hand, pulled her close to me, looked her in the eyes and whispered,

“Can you please help me pack?”

I realized that my voice was trembling. I was not crying but my hands were

fingers immediately tightened around my hand. Taking that as

of it, pulled it down, opened the closet and started throwing my things inside without caring about folding

my identification documents, a nice sum of cash and

came and grabbed

fuck

him them. No, actually, really

skin was turning a bit pink, probably because of the drinks that he had in the party and probably because he was angry right now. His unusual green

not realize what he

would have you done if you had seen me kissing

clear as day. If anyone else were in my place, they would not have noticed it,

son of a mafia leader. He was used to not showing his weakness, his expressions. Not showing his feelings on his face was an art that was embedded in his soul since he

of word love. I had given my youth to him. I had seen him walk through hell and heaven when he had come to

standing in front of me being

see Stella pulling the zip close of the suitcase.

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