Fallen From Grace [Married to the Mafia Novel]
“After this shit is though, I’m leaving.”
“What?” Dante looks stumped with my words, but I meant it.
I wipe furiously at my cheeks only to be replaced by fresh tears. Nevertheless, I try to stop myself from crying, plopping back down on the couch.
When I speak next, I barely recognize my voice, dead and detached. “I have a couple of weeks left on the contract, and once that is over I’m gone Dante, to live a normal life. You won’t be able to stop me.”
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