No Next Life For The Don

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and slid to the floor, land

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clutching the bloo

ed shut, seali

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in my hands and smiled a

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d stacks of bills I had accumulate

payout was blood money thrown at me by

my gaze fixed on Rosa. "I am buy

her smile fading into

ticket. If you want to officially leave the Syndicate alive

basement. One more night in a room full of the men who had paid to d