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NIGHTMARE SAVIOUR: DEVIOUS MAFIA KING

Chapter 5 A Good Brother

Word Count: 1041    |    Released on: 07/01/2025

city. It was just after noon and he headed straight to hi

, he stepped into the bathroom, moving slowly. Standing

familiar voice sai

around, he was not

osed as he leaned on his arms,

hour when you're this tired?" The voi

?" Preston replied, his v

matter?"

reston started bu

and the weights since about noon and that y

yes and gazed at Sam

tly, his expression unchanged from when th

object?" Sam chided, a

and lips tightening, reflexively catching his

am was satisfied that she

ey were not related by blood, but if Sam could have had

, her teacher. A man she

henever she or anyone close to him needed them; a real ice

than his usual aloof façade. It was almost a running joke bet

Not because she had lost men, that had happened before. N

te and from what had happened at

ally with how Preston, who she had not seen in three months, was

ll

capt

etting the diamond

s she stared a

e over ten men

over five men to sh

thing from the safe, so why

holes in me with suc

ve a p

aurentiu family co

sn't mak

e to kill whoever e

e out fo

h

h her mind as she stared at him, and she was determi

back at her, re

d turned back to the sink mirror, closing his tired eyes. H

way from her, shaking his s

throom door with the back of his foot, effectively blocking Sam's vi

n her head as she turned

ced herself to think of som

six-foot tall, blonde bear

eston could hear her over the running water,

on called back

area where she used his landline to place a lunc

eaten

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traight here, to Preston's loft, but had changed her mind

ink too much about wha

o think about anyt

ot know Brice, and in fact, avoided him as much as possible;

ld talk to, ask questions, be free

headed to his place, entering

evaluate the surroundings. It was the same as she remembered. Everything

gs. She stopped in front of one of them. An

the first portrait she had stolen, well a replica of it. Th

oor slid open, a heavy, fortified garag

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