To Keep a Homeless Mafia Boss
The weight of my actions pressed down on me, a heavy cloak of guilt and exhilaration.
Finally, the day arrived. The news reported Isabella's departure. The plane, a small chartered flight, was already airborne. I watched the news report, my breath catching in my throat. The images on the screen were a cruel mockery of my own internal turmoil. Isabella's face, serene and determined, flashed across the screen. It was a face I would soon erase from this world. The tension was unbearable, a taut wire stretched to its breaking point. The moment of truth was near. The serpent's coil was tightening, ready to strike. And I, the master of this deadly game, would watch with bated breath as my carefull
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