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ened so

ad locked up as I watched the man, Terzo, as something re

as fired. It thudded against the floor, echoing in the entire apartment. I could still see the

in my entire life, but I guess, knowing who my father was, violence

door caught me off guard, and I didn't r

ng shoulder. Was he going to die? Was I going to prison? Of course, I was going to prison or worse, they wo

ttle older than Terzo, aimed his gun a

d to function. My eyes went wide, kn

mouth. I swallowed hard to form thoughts, but nothing eme

other guy around his age tried

ch is gonna die!" said the dark-

h. Tears sprang from my eyes

ne hand. He was taller, bulkier, and there was no emotion left in h

er-focused attention, and that was why I was still alive. One word from him, the guy who

e safe there." He was really struggling as the pain i

esisted, clearly

ave. Puttana," he cursed in Italian before he grimaced. When the man, Marco didn't

d it to the other man. When he lifted his gaze at me, I flinch

lot of blood." The othe

the bathroom." I pointed at the door

but I was sure he'd rather not see my face again than help him patch up. Since it was a guns

went to the bedroom. He came back with my suitcase and grab

pulled my han

shooting my boss. Do you know who he is, little girl?" He tightened

hing cau

little girl, my head will be stuck on the pole as an example of failure to his father's hundreds

pushed me inside the elevator. I stu

rmuring. They probably heard the gunshot. I tried

g. We managed to get out of the building as h

one will talk. Those people ar

I stopped and faced him. What the h

e have you killed? Did Vasilyev teach you how to shoot? He wouldn't just protect you wi

rist in his grip, and I thought he might break it

and violent. You're your fa

ist in his club. I did my best to be a good employee and never created problems. You should do that somet

se, I couldn't get off him with

st found a gun earlier. I thought Mr. Vasilyev was helping me escape from whoever my father ord

l. If you only listened to him, none of this would have happ

than my father or Ilya. If his father had hundreds of men at his disposal, and I

yself get hit by the car. At least, I wouldn't

wkward, but I kept my mouth sh

eye on me. He would probably watch me pee because right now, he ha

t turn myself in to the Istanbul Police

n Bratva, your father is an Italian Mafia, and you ju

window. I gripped his arm and stared at h

Shit

out the notorious Si

answering my question. It pissed me o

Terzo Si