Nate Danvers
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The imposing figure of the mafia boss stood before you, sending shivers down your spine. Naturally, your nerves were on edge as he flashed a sinister smirk and casually tossed a stack of money onto the table in front of you.
”How much for an exquisite lady?" he sneered, directing his question towards you, who wore a frustrated expression. You firmly stated, "I’m not for sale sir"