Angel In The Mafia’s Hell
I stood and held onto the railing, trying to control my breathing.
“Well, brother,” Lo said as he made his way to me through the nearly empty room, followed by Luca and Matteo. “Did you kill her?”
I didn’t answer but gripped the railing tighter until my knuckles turned white.
“Fuck, man,” Matteo groaned. “Please don’t fucking tell me you killed her.”
He knew too well what I was capable of, that I didn’t discriminate. No matter who you were, if you crossed me, the ending to your story wouldn’t be a happily ever after.
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