The Mafia Don's Innocent Love
I warned, pausing to cleanse my hands with a handkerchief.
Turning to Brayden, I issued a directive, "Gather the fallen." Raffaele, Dalton, and Milandro's forms were amalgamated into a morbid mound, Avim proffering me a lighter. I ignited it, transfixed by the flames' dance. With a somber flick of my wrist, the flames consumed the bodies, the odor of singed flesh mingling with the air.
As the fire enveloped them, so did my Angel's tormentors. Rebecca's nightmare had concluded, her sanctuary restored. Our daughter's security was assured.
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