My Mafia Man
Harlow, as expected, laughs, his laugh echoing through their ear walls.
“Both of you are equally pathetic, emotional fools, perfect for one another, truly a match made in heaven and hell, I guess,” he utters, coughing through his sentence. His stomach bleeding profusely, surely, he’d be dead in an hour without medical attention.
Amber’s pov:
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