The Don's Regret: She Saved His Life

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* That click. That su

at Lee, my Consigliere, who

s fingers flying across the console even as he t

ace

pensive leather split under my

ted, his face paling in the glow of t

cemet

leaden. Not anger. Dread. It was a sensation

voice low and dangerous

ets of New York. In the rearview mirror, I saw Sofia in the back seat. She wasn't loo

ut. "She's just being dramatic. She's probably si

p," I s

r like that. But right now, I didn't care about her feelings. I

e cemetery gates, tires smok

I shoved the door open and jumped out, my Ital

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voice, drowning it in

ng wind. My men scrambled to keep up, their flas

resh mound of dirt, holding a shovel. He was looking d

ide and stared

cheap, unfin

side,

chest. Her dress was torn, her skin pale, illuminat

yelled at my men.

ardly. I couldn't wait. I reached down and grabbed the handles, hauling it up o

shoulder. "Wake up. The gam

lolled to the side with a

hed he

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was the deep, permeating cold of an

!" I screamed,

evice strapped to her waist. The cord

ngers into her skin, searching for a

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rder. "No. You don't have permiss

chanical whir of the machine she always wore. The ma

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xpression was... peaceful. It was the first time I had seen her

was

t like the earth had opened up and swallowed the world whole. The

Boss," Lee

king away from the box. "She's faki

and was standing under a black umbrella, looking

," Sofia

t it roared in my ears

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