A Bride For The Mafia King
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He's next. He knows it. I know it. And he begins to whimper as Callahan takes hold of
Callahan asks
's shaking. My two brothers, both cowar
ey deserve to suffer. Doesn't he
han asks again. It'll be the
hifting his gaze back to Callahan, then to my uncle. He'
e," he
uess he doesn't want to get his nice suit dirty. That alone is the signal my uncl
but I didn't realize he was a killer.
, shocked. His head is probably spinning like mine was, jarred awak
s move as if it would take them both to lift my
scrambling toward Nathan, the
and aim at me. Then I see Callahan's hand c
me? God. Would he
n and the soldiers, spread m
lahan makes a sound. A tsk. The man stops, st
rained
oward me, my unc
shing my back into Nathan
w up to b
fteen. He was five wh
he gun, drawing
me," Call
bl
y between my uncle and me, so I
ha
w old we
my uncle's impatient face move in
lahan, forcing myself
ers was twelve.
nicked as I see Gregory and Vincent's bodies. Un
uld marry that F
moment to process. "Yo
s a grunt but
door you broke down was lo
soldier, opposite my frantic to
blink of an eye, fingers like claws, nails digging into
e twists my arms behind my back, gripping both wrists in one hand. With the other, he fists a handful of hair half in
I plead, tears fina
me, eyes
y. Just a
boys grow up t
with a nod. My uncle moves. Nathan's u
ging his legs as he's half-turned away. "P
urreal what's happening and all I can think is,
ring down at me with a look I can't qui
'll do anything. Anything you wa
ng, some sound of annoya
Callah
up at
my head and I feel
on in his voice. "You need to kill them both. Like you said, boys grow to
ches. How the hand at his side fists. H
st to be sure." His words are a whispe
is so out of place. When I look at him, he meets my eyes.
my uncle's throat work as he swallows.
, who wo
es something strange. Unexpected. He rubs the bump
, he lets me. I go to my
tic. He was born into the wrong family. How
tain on his pants is bigger. He pissed himsel
k at Callahan,
ells my uncle then moves toward t
ere the fu
bodies on my land,
to glance at me once more. Then, d
uard in another cell
to the door, grabs
at we said. Wh
t where my uncle is touching
s gaze, drops his
s body, his whole being a thr
ncle
urns his b
e barks at the sold
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