Mafia King's Lost Princess

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e to escape work and the ever nagging feeling a

facing another problem, which was Pablo. Just

ck a few clothes and also quickly made my way to the train station. I was

pologized as I p

t. The accent itself wasn't a problem, it was the twist. I

knew, but his face betrayed some form of recognitio

nd up in trouble," he said as he handed me the what was the key

d past me, leaving me staring at th

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ng room with a bottle of whiskey and a half-full glass on the stoo

of dark trousers that were slightly oversized, a short-sleeve white sh

a few years ago, and he was also stil

but he had his own share of problems that we

luck was much better than his. We both found it difficult to trust

son we moved from Ro

et down the newspaper and looked

said. "If you had called earli

unannounced. He was the kind of man who would convince me

ead of me coming, using the excuse, "Just s

sn't interested

was just worried about you. You were asking for so much, I tho

money. I just mean that it's a lot of money, so.

ad dropped the newspaper he was

usion and anger. His face had aged at least

lines. His hair, which was once dark and luscious, was now most

I was safe to assume that most of the women on the street were quite

s my bathroom was, so I didn't spend so

in my tracks once I realized that I

ew the answer; he rarely is at home. I ran back to fetch my purse

Sicilia was much different from Rome, and by 8:00, most businesses would have long since been closed. I quickl

put in the oven as soon as I got in. Pablo said nothing;

e it until he asked for seco

going to bed. I was still skeptical about Pablo, b

et named Maria. Hers just involved me going to the market to

rom homw and bumped into a mi

Glenda said to me a

ble," she said in a whisper and a wink.

ther would have been so proud," s

I left her. She bade me to come visit her soon i

far from me. He didn't look like he belonged here. While he looked kike every r