THE MAFIA’S SAINT
Dante Moritto, he would be dead by now, and away from the face of the earth, but even a person like me, who isn’t scared of anything, not even death had something I was scared of, and it is a human, my little nun.
“She will not see you the same after they see those videos,” he explained while I stood in front of him, staring angrily at him, I scoffed at his remark, he doesn’t know Lucy, she isn’t the kind to believe everything.
“And you, will make sure that she leaves you alone, or my men will handle her, and your business as well.”
“ No, no,” I strode angrily towards him, throw a punch on his face, scuffled his shirt while attempting to strangle him.
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