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my nails digging into my palms

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ently pried my finge

state. My men checked. The house

dropped t

no pending visas

s, his gaze heavy

e rumors of you being a desperate opportunist a

nched out

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the highway. I could not tell him abou

m a broken s

makes it easier

rned my chair away from hi

lent dining room, ignoring the pityi

treet and hailed a cab

turned into a freezing drizzle,

e edge of my slum, the drive

hed my door open, bracing

curb, the front wheel caught in a

e forward before I

o the wet concrete

wave of blinding pain t

er leg rode u

, detached limb flush against my chest, desperately wrapping my oversized, soaked coat around it to hide my shame from the indifferent world. Hot tears mixed with the freezing rain as I finally secured the hidden metal ben

pped off my wet clothes,

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ake it bac

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er phone exploded with a

forwarded me a link to an unde

identity and my slum address t

rending on mo

ded me as

e Vitiello Don's s

bezzlement in brutal detail, an

ility, a rat trying to infiltrate t

be killed, and

ssage to the Commission,

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a podium, flanked by his C

absolute cruelty, dev

s Command, his voice echo

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e Rossi family. He did it to kill the sca

al disavowal, the word

er my screen for a lo

ed my death warrant to save his throne, and a cold, detached