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Mafia's Forbidden Touch

Chapter 5 5

Word Count: 1229    |    Released on: 22/11/2025

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ritted my teeth, my useless, my stupid men

know what she looks like..." Vox said, but I shot him one

"You know I don't like to repeat myself" I growled, placing my hand on his shoulder, I tighte

van. I clenched my jaw, blaming myself for the thousandth time. I've been looking fo

wing in a deep breath of a smoke. I was wondering why he called me. Our last meetin

y head. Not normal...Virg

sent her

n" . He greeted me, then started to walk to

u. Can we just skip to the part where yo

starting to get serious, but I placed my hands inside my coat poc

father asked, but I rolled my eyes at him, annoy

truth" He answered his own question, a serious look

t that I cared anyway, but he'd only make my work

r," He added, his ey

a few steps toward the small table by the pool, pouring out some of the pi

us, but I rolled my eyes before taking a sip of the cold drink. The burning feel

ldn't just lea

d for your help, please cut my throat!" He saw th

said, capturing my attention. I

eyebrow the moment he pr

g, something very important"

lking about?" I

ded my head, I nearly smirked when I remembered how shocked I was knowing that som

k a closer st

. After I heard about The Butcher's wife, I did my homework, but because o

" I narrowed my eyes, tilting my head, "W

fe and daughter were hiding in our territory,

nodded, "Why don't you just kill the guy already, and stop wasting our tim

he past five years." My father was right, The Butcher ha

There were times I couldn't tell

in once," He smirked devilishl

, please don't tell me you killed his wife!

u

t only breaking our truce with The Butcher, but also angering h

ask for permission to stay longer" My father st

wife's funeral?" I clenched my

few days ago" His answ

d let his body rot down my basement!" I reminded my father of our last mee

ut about that? About you killing his wife? It wouldn't take so long before he fi

is so-called art, including how m

I was right, but too fuc

ed my eyebrow toward him. I'd hoped he wasn't referring to the

e" I shot him a

need you to kidnap his daughter.

my head. Maybe it wasn't a bad idea after all. He was our enemy, and after what my father did to his wife, The Butc

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