The Mafia King's Regret: She Moved On

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was a stain that smelled

aling family secrets, Dante knew the truth

money to exile me from the city, sacrificing my

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ed to a safe, clean man. Dante, now the Don, cornered me at a gal

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led my teeth, and as my vision blurred into static, the only thing clearer than the pain was the voi

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tactical routine I had memorized so I could leave sto

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rs to offer even a moment of gentleness. I waited for him to recognize me as

with your bare ha

concerned. It wa

, his voice dropping lower, but not low enough to

en hammering against m

d. "Grease and desperation. It makes me nauseous. G

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rejection. It

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my feet, sway

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of scars and muscle, sweat glistening on his s

e I was a cockroach he didn'

eyes

his dark gaze-surprise, maybe? Or maybe

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oom sinks, heaving until my stomach was empty,