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SEVENTEEN
LILY’s POV
“To know your Enemy, you must become your Enemy.” ― Sun Tzu
I have witnessed too many deaths lately. Far too many. I should be immune to them by now, but I am not. Truly, how can one ever become numb to a life that is lost? Every life taken was once precious to someone, was once a joy bringer to a loved one and was once filled with hopes and dreams. And if you asked me what I thought about the Mafia going trigger happy a week ago, I would gladly tell you that they are sadistic, vile creatures without an ounce of humanity in them.
But this is not a week ago. This is today. And today, I pleaded to become one of them. Today, I did nothing while watching Kane Ibraco shoot a man without batting an eyelid.
The gruesome image, along with all the others will haunt me to the day I die, but I have made up my mind. I will sell my soul to the devil just to lay waste on the man who took everything from me. I w
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