Too Late For Regret: The Mafia King's Runaway

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bed my waist befo

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f panic. He stripped off his jacket and wrapped it ar

his hands were checking me for injuries.

cond, the monster was gone. There was on

, Dante,"

e said.

. He held me close to his ches

thetic. I let myself pretend, for the length of a walk back

hrough the

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urmured into my h

door fl

sn't wearing a coat. She

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She stumbled, falling to

left me alone in there! I heard

as acting. It was a perfo

his arms. Then he looked at her, sobbi

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ran past me as i

him, wrapping her legs around his

Dante! Don'

promised her

the car. He shouted

to get her to the cl

ne roare

jacket he had given me

passenger seat. I watched h

n't lo

ard the screech of tires on ice. Then a

ers start

shouted. "The Boss a

guard hau

said, his voice full of pi

ond car. We followed the amb

nto the wa

t on his forehead, bleeding i

outing at

neurologist! Now!

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