The Mafia Boss's Deadly Maid

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om the backseat, and sprinted into the

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and yelled for a gurney. They ripped him from my arms a

water onto the linoleum, my

ands. "I need his information. And yours. S

g to slant, making it look uneducated and rushed. I filled in a g

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sk, a muted TV flashed breaking news. Attempted

n, then slowly turned their heads to look at me. My ov

up to hide my jawline, and backed into the corner, wr

gloves. "He's stable. Acute pneumonia triggered a massive fever s

the glass window of the recovery room and looke

ing down. Apollo's cyber team would trace

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strooms, keeping my chin tucked to my chest, perfectl

off the wet janitor uniform and turned it inside out. It

d for a shell cleaning company. I dropped it on the edge of the

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islocated my left shoulder with a sickening pop, squeezed my torso through the gap, an

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, his presence was suffocating. He was massive, dressed in a dark suit tha

nic, his bodyguards for

by the collar of his scrubs. The doctor's feet nearly left the

ically to the recovery r

his pocket and scrubbed his fingers, his face twistin

ension in his spine snapped. He slumped sli

e clipboard. Apollo snatched it.

ard jogged out of the bathroom, holdi

body-a perfectly executed piece of forgery designed to be entirely forgett

ars. The rain plaster

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