Mafia's Forbidden Desires
If he hadn’t given his location, we wouldn’t know if he was or if anyone was there.
“Jeremy,” I began in a low voice.
Jeremy turned to face me, “Sir. You need to see something.”
“What is it?” I asked.
He handed me his binoculars and pointed in a direction. I took them suspiciously and looked through the lens. It was Elvis. My hands paused. If my eyes didn’t betray me, it really was Elvis. But what was he doing here? I looked at the other people present around him, but they all had their heads facing towards Elvis, not in my direction. A couple of minutes passed when one of them turned his head to my side. I recognised him immediately. It was one of the Italian mafia members, the one who had
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