Broken Strings: The Mafia Wife's Exit

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k at the hallway where Sofia

cried. "I was in the ki

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stepped in f

between the bull

mutilated my sister. She executed

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it be war,

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hard. "But Sofia... Sofia is my blood. She

ched

had just crippled me. Shielding th

o know she did it. The evide

didn'

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home, Luc

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a said to Dante. "And

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