Escaping the Mafia Boss.

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ody and walking out of the room. I wipe the dirt off my suit jac

on the side of the wall and hiss in displeasur

ed.towards the entrance door. As soon as I got there, I

s to enable my eyes to adjust to the sunlight. Then, I put a shade on a

for me. Before getting into the car, I pull off my jacket and throw it to the wind bef

of his lips showing that he knows what I had done but he wanted to hear m

he city. As they drove past buildings, I shut my eyes and take in deep breaths l

l better" Ryan says. My eyes peel open and slowly. I turn m

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links softly and turns his head in the other direction, refusing to me

vironment. Impatient about getting away from Ryan, I push the

all. As soon as I enter my office, I push the door shut and take my shirt of

ression in the mirror. My cold, emotionless eyes stare

alize how much of a monster I was. A thought crosses my mind, making me s

, harshly hitting my skin and making me feel a level of pain. Groaning in satisfaction, I push my hair to the

king to the drawer and pulling out another set of white trousers, blue dress shirt and wh

ew minutes ago. My eyes find a pack of cigarettes at the far end of my desk. In silent e

al, I search for the emotion of guilt in my mind following my action but I do

me Mexicans and that was not something I could forgive. The rules

d to ignore the rules, it was my responsibility to p

my eyes when I feel the action calming my raging emotions. My

s traveled to Kylin who had a smirk plastered on her thin lips. I wave a dismis

disrupting the silence of the office. She was dressed in a thigh

while her lips were painted a bright red, the color of her dress. She is holding a small, red clutch

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