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60|Schemes
~Klaus~
I knew I should care. Pity my sister, who got tangled in a sick love triangle with Dominguez and her mom. I’m not sure if she’s aware of this situation. But slowly, I’m collecting how Dominguez hid her all these months.
He manipulated her. The question now is how deep he sank his claw into my sister’s head. Worst, her heart. And how the fuck did my wife get entangled in all of this?
My hands were trembling, nearly drawing blood with my nails against my palms.
“Care to explain what the fuck is going on, Dad?” I asked, gritting my teeth. “How did you know they took ‘my wife?’” My angered timber was enough to let him know I was not happy being in the dark. Not just because I felt played, but because my wife
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~Rylee~I felt his anger, frustration, and relief as he kissed me. His grip on my jaw was tight enough to keep me in place, his free hand curling around my waist, holding me flushed against him.His fingers smelled of the familiar rustic scent of blood; a fresh sticky mess weaved into my hair as he gripped the back of my head. My hands came up to his chest, fingers trembling at feeling his heart drumming against my palms.I never realized how much I missed him, how terrified I was of not seeing him again. All these realizations were dawning on me like a raging flood from high up the mountain, washing away the fearless facade I had put on since meeting Carradine in the cafe.A whimper tumbled past my lips as Klaus pulled away, giving me air. I stood on the tips of my toes, curving my arms around his neck, pulling his lips back down to me.Klaus sighed, kissing me tenderly. His rough approach melted as my tears rolled down my cheeks.“I’m here,” he said, pressing our foreheads together.
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Mrs. Martinelli The Perfect Mafia Wife 66|Anchored
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