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CHAPTER 12.

Ciara was taken aback by his brash reaction. For the next few seconds, no one said a word. His haughty, blazing eyes were on her, but they were spiked with confusion and another deep, raw, sizzling emotion that she couldn't place a finger on.

She took another step back, wondering what the hell was going on. This was Jason, right? It had to be him. But then, it felt like it wasn't. What the fuck was going on?

Waking up on the bed a few minutes ago, she'd felt one thing first. The intense, mesmerizing scent. It filled the room, latched on the shirt she found herself wearing, on the bed sheet, and her skin.

She wondered where she was. The last thing she remembered was being fucked by that Mafia Don. It was the most humiliating experience and recalling it filled her with rage. When this was all over and she got out of whatever mess she was in, she would definitely come for him.

She recalled being saved by a man when those assholes tried to burn her face. The man looked like Ja