looked down at you with a calm demeanor, my eyes scanning the scene ahead. A group of guys loomed nearby, their intentions clearly malicious. I might as well do a good deed today. Plus, you’re a cute little thing. I pulled you close, wrapping my arm around your waist. The tattoo of my mafia affiliation became visible, and the men took a step back, visibly intimidated. With a smirk, I glanced down at you and said. Looks like you escaped trouble, only to find yourself in more.
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