Too Late To Love: The Don's Dying Wife

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I walked straight to the bedroo

ven take o

ling my knees to my chest to pr

he-counter sleeping pills,

nd let the darknes

amt o

ulled me bac

trict. Dante wasn't a Don then.

and his knuckles were raw a

ry window, our breath misting again

te cake topped with strawberries. It loo

face against

snow," I whispe

d from the

his pocket and counted t

't have

hit him, and I knew

sharply on his arm

," I lied, forcing a bright

ting on the rusted fire esc

face was fresh with bruises. His

held

the cake. Or at lea

on one side. He had worked three extr

rincess,"

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st thing I ha

in the

se I knew wha

I would have to kill that

ise jolted

e was r

My body felt like lead, w

the nightstand, not bother

voice was thick with sl

oice was rough, stripping aw

re you?"

bed,"

eight o'clo

ired,

I drifted back toward the dream,

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sked, his to

ed, my eyes fluttering c

ha

my consciousness slipping. "

onto the pillow. I fell back int