TRAPPED WITH THE MAFIA BOSS
Her dark jeans hugged her legs, scuffed boots tapping the cobblestones, a far cry from the taupe sweater she’d shed days ago, its familiarity traded for something raw, practical, matching the edge she felt growing inside.
She watched Lina and JJ chase each other near the fountain, their small figures darting through the gloom, a fleeting light in the storm still swirling from Jeremy’s waking, Mama’s blankness.
Her eyes drifted as Jeremiah stumbled into view, his patched jacket hanging crooked, a bottle swinging in his grip, his bad leg scraping the stones.
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