Cruel Academy - A Mafia Romance

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at all, to be honest. It

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anything to intervene if he chose tonigh

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obably all cheer. Like this was j

ley! Watch as this hundred-pound girl desperately tries to fend o

around and watch, they'd probab

ddle. Sunglasses on and hoodie pulled over my face so nobody recognizes me, even

enough to see the blood spattering

ller, broader, thicker-but something about him

almost entirely his bl

brown hair and a distractingly muscled

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that I can't se

Hands down by his side, inviting his oppon

ts. The way he waves his arms at the cro

ove him. They envy

son is a

ryone

s that have been clinging to me like static electricity all day. My clothes feel too tight,

e come here. Th

me for

t to clamber down the bleachers.

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s a shrill, d

g. Run out into the parking lot, get in

late. I've

is that you?!" t

around and low

bastardized New York accent that is as fake as the lon

a tight s

r spiked drink is inside of her gas-station Styrofoam cup a

y. We moved th

le on the hill. W

ps. "You know

f you thought you could disappear after the way you left Pub

knows where I live, then

bably the perso

good. Not g

he weight of her lashes. "Is it true you tore his place to

I bark out a laugh.

he doesn't buy it. No one does. Not a single o

it my way, I'd never see

r beverage, and then totters away without

whisper und

one of the front bleachers. They all start whispering

y of my former so-called friends to fe

let myself search their faces t

urned a single one of the many, many text messages I've sent since my famil

omething to me, anything at all. Even just a "hi" or a "fuck

e feeling is no

. I look over to the rin

ng his opponent into a pulp. His back is facing me, so I c

d with

us and

surdly g

tick that thought whe

ood reason. After everythin

Noooope. No way, Jose

of revisiting the things that John did whi

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come. It's time to get

of my li