C6 Owned by the Mafia Don

He regarded me in silence. The lights behind him threw his face in shadow and I worried my lip anxiously as I watched him. I had a horrid feeling that the mascara had run down my cheeks when I had begun to cry but a furtive scrub at my cheek reassured me. At least I wasn't looking like a chimney sweep!

As he continued to stare at me, I felt my breath coming faster.

I was here