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Pampered By The Assassin Family

Chapter 6 

Word Count: 646    |    Released on: Today at 15:22

stool over and sat down ri

k graphs and the Solitaire card

are of her past life with the Savage family,

. She looked up at Jerimiah, her

decided. When I grow up, I want t

pped clickin

inued. "We can figure out how to save even

. A strange, heavy lum

its and toppled syndicates. But hearing this little girl say she wanted to follow

s large hand and ruffled her pigtails. "That sounds

oed from the hallway o

rn his head, a silver fl

ind was followed by a

self three inches deep into the solid oak doorf

he handle vibrated furiously

eanly sliced by the blade, dr

e sentimental tears dried up instan

off the stool, her heart

ay. Her face was a mask of pure, unadulterated rage

daughter was going to rot i

s pale face. Reality crashed back i

in a microsecond. She gasped, covering her mo

he knife, and yanked it out of the wood. With a f

a. "Oh my god, honey, I am so sorry!" she

" Ava gasped, h

ggerated horror. "One of my students brought it in, and I didn't realize how heavy and sharp the edges were!

ered gash in the solid oak doo

loving eyes. Ava's brain violently rejected t

elf, forcing her heart rate down. It's

allowing the lump of

. She stood up. She shot Jerimiah a loo

erimiah, honey," she smiled sweetly at Ava. "Your father an

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“I drowned in freezing pool water, the mocking laughter of the elite Savage family echoing in my ears. When I opened my eyes, I was an eight-year-old orphan again, right on the day those monsters came to adopt me. Terrified of repeating my hellish past, I ran down the hallway and desperately grabbed the shirt of a random, dumpy IT guy, begging him to take me instead. I thought I had chosen a weak, boring suburban dad to hide behind. But I was completely wrong. My new mom greeted me with a ceramic tactical knife hidden in her apron. My clumsy dad sliced dinner ribs with the terrifying precision of a seasoned hitman. My ten-year-old brother was a dead-eyed sociopath who immediately calculated my bone density. They were a family of lethal underworld monsters, yet they frantically pretended to be a normal, pathetic household just for me.”