Betrayed Wife: Saved By The Mafia King

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f his expensive cologne, th

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d in to

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d back,

nful, holding me too tight. "You're acting hysteri

of me,

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pered. "Security bre

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Rissa's shoulder, with an X

nt because he saves himself for me, the te

ttoo in the photo,

a bandage on his chest, claiming he got

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onged

down and the room turned gray,

ry. I was

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