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ich had quickly turned to an argument that had been goiy on for hours on end. Lumuel was tired may exh

as devastated at the news and she did not hesitate to communicate it. Very much violently. Although in words so far

eyes. Might seem cliche but this was the most beaut

that your boyish ego needed to be on some type of gang. I do not

to fade after centuries. Or they just moved their codes the more underground for safer and better reasons. It wasn't

one of the strongest of them left. Besides, he wasn't just a mere associate. He was the son of the Don nay the underboss. He couldn't afford to leave. Even though his father was

face. Only then did he understand the gravity of the attack and what it had done to her. Or how she could easily call off their whole relationship because more than

her back to the chair and set on

. But I can't. Cause I'm in the family. I'm what I am Tracy. That's what Mafia is. You are fu

ore pity than he had seen before. Only that the piy wasn't for him at all. She was pitying herself. Weighing the cost.H

t the fear of losiny her or her breaking up with him had haunted him fo

she looked up and saw him with it, unsheathed. But he paid no heed to her. When he saw

do you want to with that unsheathed

had a gleam that she had ne

't meant fo

enrooted to the chair at first. Then she pulle

t of the moment and the same time. Once she regained her balance, she withdrew immediately and spat aside. Normally, Lumuel would be taken aback but he had done everyt

softened afte

n't do anything stupid. I was only e

oncerned loo

y feared lay hands on you. I would kill f

him in a warm embrace whispering "Don't"

her pleading eyes. But once a mafia, al

said moving towards her stenci

" She fol

found a letter paper. He splashed the blood all over it a

written

ough. He seemed the letter with a paper seal and in the most beautiful cursive handwriting tagged "Amaro" on the seal