Loved by The Mafia King
I implored him, I glanced at him, when he didn’t respond, he is pointing his gun at someone.
When I glanced at the target, there she was with her friend. There was someone in Burkha and pointed a gun on her waist. Sayema was all busy with her shopping.
My nightingale was unaware of the danger, she must be listening to music.
I gripped my gun and shot in the next second, the person in the Burkha was on the floor, I shot on the forehead. It was common when people heard the sound of gunshot, they ran here and there. I ran to her, Sayema lost her consciousness hearing the gunshot. She collapsed on the surface, and my innocent love was still hearing something with her headphones.
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