Amara: The Mafia Gambit
I wish he would lose the people he loves the most and his adopted son hating him for life.
"Fuck it!"
Dropping the phone on the table, I opened my laptop to see my cargo. Nodding in approval, I smiled genuinely for the first time in a while.
"Three free, two to go," I said aloud.
Minimizing, I could not tell why I needed to check my camera but I did.
Gio, swimming alone.
My men, ready.
My girls, probably resting; I don't know why they are not dancing.
And Amara, that crybaby is crying in her room.
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