Too Late For Regret: The Mafia King's Runaway

began the fol

a cup of black coffee, when

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theatricality. Her limp was a migrating performance, shifting

practiced and raspy. "Thank you

the counter. My han

suit, immaculately tailored to hide the stit

no room for debate. "The Genovese know where she

request. It

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hanks for lending me yo

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o roses," I sai

k surprise. "Oh! I forgot. Dante sent me

g in the air. A poisoned

ound his eyes. "Enough. Pack a bag, Elena. We are mov

am not going to be locked in a

ng off the marble walls like a gunshot. "Not a mistress

o, we

ront seat with Dante. I sat in the back, behind the privacy partitio

fortress carved into the heart of the sno

Dante had taken me

, touching the furniture, claiming the

hand over the fireplace mantle. "We had a... memorabl

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it tastes like gasoline

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her if she needed pain medication for her

as invisible. I wasn't a person to him anym

ed whiskey down

the pool house

Don't leave the perimeter, Ele

ofia, who was sipping her wine and

I said, my voice steady. "It'

n flickering across

turned and walked

tly. Snow was falling softly,

the pool house,

knew their rotation by heart; I had watche

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he large glass window, I saw Dante. He was laughing

even know

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it was a mercy compared t

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