Owning The Mafia Don- The Other Mafia Don

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name and riches, he was, as Mamma had said, a pimp. The only roles

mma fell ill.

r days, coughing and generally f

her to the

but since we had no one else, I insiste

cancer that was in its progressing rapidly. No, they could not say fo

ernoon, weeping as I knew that there wa

k. Soon, I had left school and was working a the local diner's. The mone

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a turned up. She had a baby w

But she wanted to lead a straight

be a good daug

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grabbed my arm when w

out my illness. Pl

d see what my poor mother could not or would not see; Sond

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of months, th

her to the child who barely cried. Once, Sondra told m

ully, her face like

ld drag her into the mire of misery she had escaped from, she said, her voice a dry sob. Worse, he

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rtionate to the rest of his body. When he first c

I was asked to wait by Dr.

at me whe

egan to drum his fingers o

oked up at me

our Parick had a

ne to inform me of Ma's cancer. He lo

t him and s

...I mea

nd then swivelled his chai

ught on by the use of drugs b

le Paddy. He was growing into a sweet child, placid and docile. Never any trouble. He needed his fee

stiffly

I stepped into a cubicle

ld high. I needed a job that paid more than De

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I had managed to g

e weaker, she knew we needed the money. Especially

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ub, I knew more about Paul Worthington. He was a scoundrel.

ntly got thro

s again. She was back to whori

n mankind d

to get Paddy in order to keep Sondra in che

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Paul Worthingto

in that absurd costume. I knew that Danielle Eton, the Club manager was watching, eagle-eyed as we went around, serving the gues

aught sight of me as I glared at him once and his express

placed my tray on

oticed me

a look over my shoulder, I noticed that Worthington had deta

hing to destroy my family. I knew he would try to take away

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d into him and

is hands and he felt hi