My Cold Heart: Rejecting The Mafia Boss

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star exploding behind my eyelids-followed immedi

ke lead. The sedative Dante had forced down my throat was still

join the livin

my heavy eyes open. Leo. The private investigator Dante kept on retainer f

and sharp, pierced throug

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chin as the room spun in a nauseating tilt. This wa

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ember your place. If you ever think about talking to the Feds, or filing for divorce on grounds of adultery... well, the

to keep me quiet at the gala; he had orchestrated t

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nd away, the sudden movement sendi

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free to go. Dante i

to vomit. I felt dirty. My skin crawled, as if

uldn't bear the feeling of anything tou

se and stumbled

wing me into the hall. "Check the ne

e service lift, squeezing myself in between

he something-anything-that wasn

of the back alley. The city noise was

, my heels scraping harshly aga

onto a large digital billboard on the corner of the hotel b

e he

. The man who had vowed

behind him. Sofia Moretti was in his arms. She was weari

bought it

sidewalk like a statue, Dant

e peck on the che

me. The camera zoomed in. Sofia laughed, throwing her head

he street stopped to w

" a guy next t

d my throat, mixing with the lingering, sickly-sw

the back of my hand.

ed them all in the clinic. I had

screen. Ten missed calls from my mother's old fr

y chip and snapped it in half. I dropped the pi

ttings and initiated

. When the screen went black, I dr

was a victim. She was a woman who

ay from the

nd for the first time in