Too Late For Regret: The Mafia King's Runaway

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where the five families pretended to be civilized. The ai

n outsider, it might have looked possessive, even protective. To me,

, leaning down to my ear. "

face. It felt tight,

smiling,

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ooked at me with a mixture of envy and pity. They knew.

ry: pretty to look a

inner circle, approached us,

ed wine. "We found it. The time capsule from

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that note. I was eighteen. Bet

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he paper. He cle

ed, Dante looks at me the way he looks at the sun

nce was

s raw, naked vulnerabilit

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me. I could feel the t

s hand and looked at it-my ha

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started, h

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out. "Sofia,"

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watched him run towa

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