Mafia Lorenzo
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he looked you up and down, his eyes strong, as you had gulped. It was complete silence, before he had asked again;
"why did you agree to this marriage." a cold, stern tone erupted through his deep, masculine voice, his thick italian accent showing. Making you sigh "Amore, why did you agree?.." he wasn't mad, just confused.
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