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All the guards stood with confused frowns, unsure of what Rocco had just said. He, however, smirked, clearly enjoying their confusion. Yet, not a single gun was lowered.
"Are you all deaf? Didn’t you hear what your second-in-command just said?" Nedvar’s voice cut through the silence, cold and sharp, but his face betrayed him with a foolish grin.
That grin was aimed at Hermione, who hadn’t moved an inch, her gun still pointed directly at him.
She glared at him with a burning intensity, silently wishing she had the power to turn him to ashes on the spot.
She’d heard Rocco’s words, but her mind was too preoccupied with the man standing before her, filled with rage. How dare he meddle with her family, with his shady deals and god-knows-what he’s told her parents...
Nedvar chuckled, and that was the last straw.
"What do you think of yourself, huh?" Hermione snapped, pushing him with her gun. But Nedvar, like an immovable wall, didn’t even flinch.
Unbothered.
The shove felt to Nedvar like one of Ethan’s kicks while he slept—harmless. He grabbed her wrist with a calm strength, guiding her gun away from his chest, his expression annoyingly relaxed.
With a simple flick, he disarmed her, tossing the gun to one of the guards behind her after safely locking it.
Hermione clenched her fists, nails digging into her palms. She wasn’t scared—just... nervous, for reasons she didn’t fully understand. Glancing toward her parents and brother, she scanned them quickly, checking for any sign of injury.
"I would never hurt the people you care about," Nedvar’s voice softened as he noticed her concern for her family. But his words did nothing to ease the fury boiling inside her.
"Leave," Hermione ordered, her voice sharp and dismissive. She didn’t want any connection to a family tied to the Mafia.
"I love you, Hermione Silvia Allen," Nedvar declared loudly, as if to let every guard in the room know that their Don had found his Donna.
Hermione blinked, momentarily thrown off.
Love?
Is he crazy?
"I’m crazy for you, only for you," Nedvar confessed, his grin widening. Rocco let out a loud laugh, and even Edouard, Nedvar’s father, chuckled quietly.
Hermione shot a glare at the older man, then shifted her gaze to the woman next to Rocco. She couldn’t deny that Nedvar resembled his parents—his tall frame and brown hair were just like his father’s, and those deep grey eyes and dimples clearly came from his mother.
"Hermione, you should hear this—" her father, Warner, started to speak, but she cut him off, shaking her head. "How can I marry him, Dad? I don’t even know what kind of man he truly is."
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General Fiction"On your knees now" Nedvar spoke with a harsh tone, a tone he never uses it with Hermione. Hermione stood there shocked, not believing any word he just spoke. She stood there contemplating her thoughts and his order. He was always requesting and h...
