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paper catching the dim light

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atorial disdain, and then let out a sharp, mock

ingers contracted, claw-like, around the u

she sneered, her eyes glinting with

the inheritance," she hissed. "Must I have t

s, the Syndicate Lawyer ap

casket and, in a voice devoid of emot

by the Family's appointed physician as physically and genetically capable of continuing the Falcone bloodline. Should the heir be found unfit

ghtened, her expressio

ward my face and mocked me once

shared, visceral disgust that tightene

aleria," Lorenzo accused,

city of trying to steal S

loodline to wither inside your

stepped forward, her fac

re parlor, her voice pitched to carry

ned other men behind the

room as the surrounding mafia wiv

about my alleged infidel

spare yourself the embarrassment,"

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edical team and diagnostic equi

child," I told him, my tone

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ne from my grasp w

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