Betrayed By The Don: Rising From Ashes

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there in

d walked int

dboard, the silk sheets, the walk-in closet filled with

s. I always kept them packed. It was a habit from growing up in

room with the effi

with the black casing-m

ves hidden in the false b

ssport that had my fac

hires. Gifts from Dante. Apology tokens for missed

othing. They were cold ston

t the

old chain my grandmother

ered. They didn't speak. They didn't ask why the Do

ng to the left side of the closet. "Leave everything

s, my life was reduced to ten car

e looked exactly as it had when I

. I remembered that trip. He had spent the whole week on the phone with his father, and I had

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the car pulled away, merging into

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the apartment. If you're not there when I

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threaten me with his Capo, his best friend, the man whose

cage door was open, and t

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