A surrogate womb for the mobster

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't exist. On my blacklist was framed the name of Andrew Thompson, the damned inveterate ga

ll from him, I had no choice: I had to finish him off. I put on my overcoat an

f men and gave them

sten to my orders, they end it all. Shoot at what

on. I trusted them; They were toug

btor's mansion. As I drove, I readied my gun and moved my nec

had surely escaped, though I knew there was no way he was going to get r

e. Zane and Kane raised their guns and, with a few shots, blew up the lock. In the smoke of the gunpowder, I ba

ess. There was no one there. That damn guy had run a

. I turned on a flashlight, and as I took my first ste

d to see what was blocking my way, I found a wounded woman, submerged in a pool of blood. I b

live, it was the woman I was looking for, she was injured and seemed to be serious, I

peared and turned on th

e to be found," Zane sai

fled. There are traces of blood and marked footprints on

pulse was weak, I realized that he had been the one who had

immediate attention; We must take her to the organizati

picked her up and carried her out of the house. If i

ugging the woman. It was evident that she was his wife. Something had happened in that house, something very serious

he owed me, but because he was quite sure that he had intended to murder

save Thompson's wife's life, because she

nd what I discovered stunned me. That last time I went to the fertility clinic I had to put a knife to the docto

ved it for my people, and there she was, under the care of my doctors, all at my service. I was a woman from a

powerful men. And Thompson for my part, was lost,

like this for? I asked, keeping my eyes

some reflexes. It may be soon, Mr. Gianluca. She

will not move from his side. I couldn'