Novel & Cerita Comic Book Peter Parker

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“You've been saying that for years, Michael.” My mother moved beside my father. “You took enough from us.” Alexander looked at her. “You made your choice.” My mother’s expression hardened. “I chose my daughter.” “And you paid for it.” “No,” she said quietly. “You did.” His smile disappeared. Jake moved closer to me. “You're not getting away with this.” Alexander looked at him. “You're Peter Parker's son.” Jake's jaw tightened. “You knew my father.” “I knew him very well.” “You destroyed him.”

It's obvious there wasn't any cocaine in the car, I felt furious at Mario who was the last person spotted on the CCTV walking in the direction where the car was parked "Get me, Mario, I want him alive and well" ordered Peter and the other men, they walked away, Peter limb following from behind, I lighted my cigarette, waiting for Mario to be brought to me, I walked into a cafeteria in the seaport, and walked to the counter, buying a cup of coffee and walked out immediately from the cafeteria, spotting a nice area with a wooden rocking horse chair, perhaps it's owed by an elderly man, I didn't mind, I slowly walked to where I saw the chair, sitting comfortably on it and smoking my cigarette l