Mr. Mafia, On Your Knees
I want to love him.
"Dada, please, no", I whispered, my voice was smashed and I tried the last time.
"Your parents never left you, Amu", he said.
"No", I shoved my head in disbelief.
"They were killed", he added, tension growing inside me.
"No", I could sense what was coming for me. "Don't say......any....anything...else"
"And their murderer was......", he almost reached near my face as I closed my eyes tightly.
"Abraham George Harris", he whispered. In no time, I pushed him with full force.
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