"You are mine," he said, crossing tenderly his arm around my body. I was speechless, I tried to feign he had no power over me but my body betrayed me.
Tighten on his chest, I felt relieved and appeased, I just wanted to rest and never get out of the room, until I heard a voice coming from nowhere waking me up from this nightmare.

Yes, It was a nightmare. How could I take pleasure wrapped in this man's arm?
He was the son of the murderer of my parents.
Even if my heart was claiming him, I should remember I had no place for such a feeling.

I would struggle with my being to piss this sentiment aside.
They would pay. 
His father for killing my parents, and him for being the son of this swine.
He had to pay for his father's sins.
My mind had to overpower the emotion I felt

Mate To The Son Of My Mafia Alpha Target

EPILOGUE: WHITNEY

A week had passed by since I went to see Mom's grave.
Since that day, Petterson helped me to be closer than I was already with Armand, He always found a way to leave us together, into an alley in the yard, in the garden, we were inseparable.
Petterson advised me to make him fall for me, at this as...

A week had passed by since I went to see Mom's grave.

Since that day, Petterson helped me to be closer than I was already with Armand, He always found a way to leave us together, into an alley in the yard, in the garden, we were inseparable.

Petterson advised me to make him fall for me, at this as...