To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss
It was a scene ripped from a fairytale, a perfect family portrait that mocked my own desolate existence.
A bitter taste flooded my mouth. Envy, sharp and corrosive, ate away at me. It wasn't just the wealth, the sprawling mansion, the effortless grace of their lives. It was the love, the genuine, unadulterated affection that bound them together. Something I had never known, something I craved with a ferocity that bordered on madness.
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