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79. Tatted-up Mafia Prince

Tallulah's POV

I couldn't help but smirk mischievously, feeling the weight of his car keys in my palms. Something told me he might be bluffing because he never gave anyone his car, not even Kathie, whom he loved so much. Maybe he thought I would say no to the offer since I was still struggling with driving. Well, the plan to go against his plot was still in motion.

I snickered, tilting my head. “What if I accidentally or intentionally hit a concrete wall while driving it?” I asked, watching intently to gauge his reaction.

His gaze faltered, staring into empty space as he painted a mental image of what I had said. The twisted expression on his face showed how much it bothered him. After a second of wandering in his head, he shrugged lightly, his eyes falling shut as he shook his head.

“You know what, Lula,” he started, making my ears twitch to catch the falter in his voice. “I don't care if you give it a million scratches or even break the windows when you slam the door. As long as tha
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