He Whispered “You’re Dead When We Get Home”—But The Man At The Next Table Owned The Whole City
She hesitated. “I wanted the ribeye.” “Then bring her the ribeye,” Nico told the waiter. “Medium rare. Mashed potatoes. Roasted carrots. And the chocolate cake.”Claire’s cheeks warmed. “I can’t eat …
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