Cruel Elite - A Mafia Romance

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anuary, but it'

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guy who actually cared about her would not have her half-naked in

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nother while Viktor tries to get the

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my mom that I had

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were what mattered. That's the on

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confide in, the people you tell everything to.

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as kind of... scattered today, but let me make it up

ka,

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tience. "I'm just

's reminded that the status quo is still the status quo, remember? That's what you said today. If you leave, pe

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blush, you

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to stay here a

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anymore, and I don't want you following me home like a lost puppy. S

, but I turn and stomp away

because I feel my chest constricting in the famili

ter under my breath as I tr

ways says, looming over me like the Grim R

scratch and claw at my throat,

ving room in my leotard and tights while Mo

I fall sideways and clutch

the edges. I still can't breathe.

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gown is pale pink and gorgeous, flowing in layers of tull

the seamstress to tak

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e blames the weight loss. "You're too skin

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or chase me through the house, screamin

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