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40: Kissing Another Woman

Author: Scooley
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-01 03:14:00

And in that moment, I felt like the dumbest person alive.

All this time, I called Vito a monster. A killer, a heartless man with blood on his hands. But he killed my stepfather because he saw him about to stab my mother with a knife. He didn’t do it out of rage or for power. He did it to save her. And I, the loudmouth with a temper, called him the devil.

He saved my mother. What if he hadn’t been there? What if he didn’t follow them home? My mother would’ve died. She would’ve bled out on that floor, and I’d be crying over a grave instead of hugging her now.

“After his burial,” my mother continued, her voice soft, “Vito helped me out. He renovated the house. It’s now looking like a real place, Tensie. It feels like home again.”

I stayed quiet. My throat tight.

“And when I asked him why he was being so kind to me,” she went on, “and what kind of person he was… he just smiled. He had a gun on him, and there were men beh
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