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awing my gut. Damien Cobb loomed like a shadowed reaper, Colt gleaming under the flick

about Falcone's poiso

a Caporegime here? Witnesses. Messy. You'll show up to him reeking of stre

arred with urgency in that predatory stare. Finally, the barrel dipped. "Pray we don't meet a

scathed Cadillac, L

ed from a puddle, icy filth drenching me head to toe. Laughter echoed faint

rington's son, reduced to a gutter rat. Vision

.

aking under relentless rain. Sweat soaked the sheets; left arm splinted by Mr.

ws, no gun. A blade kissed my throat, cold as his smile. "A woman playing at men's tables? Deceiv

like silk over steel,

ive hiding was death. To shield Angela, Eden-family-I needed