C6 Captured And Claimed By The Mafia Don

The dresses arrived, and I had to go downstairs to check them. Leonardo was already there, seated, phone pressed to his ear. The sight of him made my stomach churn, so I turned my face, pretending I hadn’t seen him.

He ended his call and leaned back, gesturing toward the pile of white dresses.

“Try them on.”

I hesitated, the thought of changing in front of him twisting my insides