The Mafia's Songbird
“Callie, I told you the first time we met that I’d be your friend, and I meant that. If you ever need to talk about anything, I’m your girl.”
Callie smiled, grateful for having a genuine friend among a sea of brutes. “Okay, as long as you don’t overanalyze my stories like a shrink.”
“No promises.”
The nightmare started the same as always, with him clutching his arm, bleeding exponentially from a gunshot wound. The flames roared around him, the blistering heat touched him as if it were all real. And across from him was the woman he loved, beautiful as the day he met her.
It was the same dream… the same memory of the last time he saw Grace. Only this time, the woman holding the gun wasn’t Grac
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