The Discarded Mafia Princess's Ruthless Return

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hind Rosa, a smile of pure

a's voice was s

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y palms flat on the floor and lowered my head

l bow of severance-an irrever

my voice resonating with a calm

the Falcone crew.

feet and walked past C

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he passenger seat of a truck

squalid house, a festering sore

d with the odors of bl

bathroom and the deadbolt slammed

t you cost me!" his voice was a mu

tile, wrapping my arms around my

seized my body. A lethal, scorchin

ng from the

, I could hear Sal's wife p

ied out. "She'll die in there

hythmic tones of a

voice shaking. "The girl has a fever of

voice, amplified by the speake

hed, the sound brittle a

voice was a sliver of

dead with a fl

eaving me h

sound of my escape. The latch gave way with a groan, and I slipped out into the night. The air outside was like pulverized glass drawn into the lungs; my back molars clamped to

egan to shrink, collapsi

e slick, fro

, the leather polished to a mirror shine, step out of the night

expensive cologne-cedar and gunpowder-and the quiet, measured voice of