The Mafia's Angel
“It hurt me to hear you say you felt nothing for me, that you didn’t love me.”
“I’m sorry,” she said.
Five years, and she was finally mine. My Angel, she was the only one that could make me do something I didn’t want to do, the only one that could make me feel, and the only one that made me happy.
“I didn’t kill Cathleen; I handed her over to the police, but you didn’t ask; you assumed I would kill her, love.”
She looked up at me. “Tell me the truth, who knows?” she asked.
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