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🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️🌶️Stacy — I love him (2)

Author: Scarlett Jane
last update Last Updated: 2025-07-03 16:31:12
Once I got into the bedroom, I slammed the door shut behind me and locked it. Much as I would have liked to say otherwise, my mother had gotten into my head again. She was right. I was too much like Don Angelo to make a real go of a life outside of the mafia. Jenny got out early. She still had a chance. The right thing to do, the only thing to do, was save her. Stop trying so damn hard. Sooner or later, Don Angelo would find a way around the dead man's switch anyway. It had been a stupid idea to begin with. It wasn't enough to protect Jenny. I probably couldn't protect Scott either. Or Kenny or Willow or Scott's mom.

Why hadn't I sent everything that I had on Don Angelo to the authorities when Jenny went missing? That wasn't smart. It was the one card I had to play and it wouldn't have stopped someone like Joey from going after Jenny. No, that wasn't it. I wasn't brave enough to go toe to toe with my father. Sooner or later, he would figure that out, if he hadn't already. He was toyi
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