The Underboss's Secret: Ten Years Of Obsession

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hollow of my collarbone with the precision of a

a low vibration that seemed to travel up my spine. "N

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his leather chair, h

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my knuckles strainin

through a tight throat. "I ha

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a razor against my skin. "Tell me, why do y