Into The Rival's Arms: The Decoy's Escape

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s where the lawn was manicured to within an inch of its life, the poo

ruel irony, I was f

amilies that the transition was seam

asten a platinum watch around Sofia's wrist. The metal ca

Dante toasted,

ed, her smile sharp

tching a vintage leather-b

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edge, watchin

pulling him down in

a heavy han

Sofia's

o cool off,

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derwater. The chlorine s

uspended in the blue. He had Sofia in

oked

ed through th

out a desp

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stretched fingers. The

d to bac

surface, carrying the woman who had kil

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told myself. Let

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ripping wet, wrapping a tow

at me, huddle

er," he accused, his voice void of wa

my throat raw. "You.

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ed at his

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fight club run by the Santoro family's rivals

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turned

she doesn't last three mi

walked back toward the party

arms, dragging me towa

lunging me into darkness, I

and touched the burner phone I h

l text moments befo

The Pit.

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