MAFIA’S PET: Beg, or worse, Break
The car lifted, weightless for a heartbeat, then twisted violently, glass shattering into stars around her.
The sound of it all came like crushing steel, the sharp snap of bones, the silence between, was swallowed by the ringing in her ears.
The sky and ground blurred together in a cruel dance. Her body jerked, the seatbelt biting into her skin, and then—darkness.
As the car landed with a final, thunderous crash, her vision flickered. The world tilted, dimmed.
Somewhere, in the fading distance of her mind, she thought of Penelope’s tiny hands gripping hers. Of wide, tearful eyes begging for a promise she was no longer sure she could keep.
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