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Run Away Again?

ผู้เขียน: Maria-Grace
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2026-03-17 12:27:54

ISABELLA DELUCA-MORETTI

I called Arash before I got on the flight, telling him that I was taking an emergency ticket back to New York.

He didn’t think it was a good idea because Enzo didn’t “approve” of the idea.

Enzo, who had just been shot.

“Do you know which hospital they took him to?” I had asked Arash when he confirmed that Enzo was alive.

“He’s here. Came into the ER but has since been moved to a separate room. He’s getting questioned any minute from now,” Arash had said, bringing me
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  • Claimed By The Mafia Boss   Go To Sleep, Love

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    ISABELLA DELUCA-MORETTI I called Arash before I got on the flight, telling him that I was taking an emergency ticket back to New York. He didn’t think it was a good idea because Enzo didn’t “approve” of the idea. Enzo, who had just been shot. “Do you know which hospital they took him to?” I had asked Arash when he confirmed that Enzo was alive. “He’s here. Came into the ER but has since been moved to a separate room. He’s getting questioned any minute from now,” Arash had said, bringing me up to speed on the call. I spent my flight being too scared to even look out the window. But still, I didn’t want to turn around. No member of my family was dying, not if I could help it. As soon as we landed, Arash showed up at arrivals to pick me up. I got in and he drove off to the hospital. *** Even in the midst of the crisis, I couldn’t wait to see Enzo. I was partially excited. It had been more than six months. When I ran, I was so terrified and confused. I didn’t know if I would

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