MAFIA LOVE TRIANGLE: A DEADLY AFFAIR

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ars gushing down my eyes "papa please" I

g away, amidst my sobs I watched him as he walked awat, not turning back, my father had

I find in my tears before I was bundled over the shoulder upside down by a hefty looking man, my red hai

are in the world coldly drops me on the bed, I tumbled but found my balance in a mom

rther to the door "quietly," he adde

side the room, when i'd be out, I didn't know, but I knew, even if I came out of the room, there's no

bedside, showcasing what went on down below, looking out the window, I could see my father making his way down and

of compassion right from birth, neither had he ever looked at me twice,

killed his beloved

me for that, so selling me off to clear his gambling debts was something I

, then shifted my gaze from the tiny window that lightened the room and gave room for me to wat

much to the room, safe for the bed, a table and a chair, with a Bible placed on

invited me and I gave in, lying on the bed with different thoughts running thr

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ry movement, it'll be hard, plus our supply has reduced, the Sanchez has started getting supplies from a new rou

how much" I commanded, my voice still very much at ease as though the news did not bother me, it's a chara

alifornia" Vinny replied, "and not only the Sanchez, the deal with the Morales also went to him, i fear d

pplies, I was the brain behind the whole process, I laundered the money through various streams of businesses I set down, and gave orders behind t

operation was thorough in dealings, never leaving a loop hole behind for any government agency to

ice sure didn't sound friendly. Vinny smiled at this, to him I had gone soft over the years since we

sked, "did he pa

ing and drinking, the man sure is hopeless, but business is business, he couldn't pay back

e willingly gave his daughter away, poor thing" Vinny said pitifully, "I heard

se could she b

he said, "or warm the beds, i hear she's a be

" I said as we round up the inspection on the

we hold them" Vinny replied,

in building, in the undergrounds of the house, a place where even hunting dogs could nev

a door opened, we stepped out and the door closed back, with a painting in our hallway covering the door. T

arra

adowy figure, unconvincingly the shadow of a human, the person watched as they went in