At the entrance of the black market, I spotted my eighth and final godfather, Little Pops, in the distance. A rush of excitement swept over me.I bolted forward, about to call out to him, but my father, Jack, suddenly yanked me back and tied me up tight. My mother, Emma, took the chance to pry my mouth open.A bottle of medicine was forced down my throat. As the liquid trickled down, it left a path of fire in its wake. I gagged and spat out a mouthful of blood, then realized I couldn't make a sound anymore.My mother wiped the blood off the hem of her dress, looking disgusted. "You wanted to find someone to help you call the cops, huh? Don't blame us for this. You're the one who wouldn't behave!"Before I could catch my breath, an icy iron mask was strapped over my face. My parents and my adoptive sister, Sharon Stanton, also put on their own masks.I'd forgotten about that. Little Pops had told me before that these rich people wanted to do evil but didn't want anyone to know. So,
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