The Mafia King Kneels For His Ex-Wife

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ed me aside in their ha

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let out a short, mocking la

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let out a soft, breathy sigh, a

re that the noise was giving her a head

nd her waist, pulling her flush against his ch

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ded me for my 'tantrum,' accusing me of ruin

ued a chilling command: I was to surrender my chai

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to the Rossi name," my mother his

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he Don, he stepped up behind me and drove th

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ded Serena into my rightful s

wning over the mistress, cooing and

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rose in my throat, I st

picked the larger, glittering shard

e Associate and calmly asked

atore's voice cut through the room,

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on your own," he sneered, "you can s

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sharp agony, but the heavy pressure of a sponge soake

r for Serena, reflecting on the endless, exhausti

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o worship the mistress, Leo

ket to the Don, the men completely ignoring the steady drip

rena whi

ower in the center of the table and complaine

e didn't

mmanding finger

th disgust. "Since you are a barren, useless wom

towering pile

time Salvatore had kicked me down a flight of stai

ost killed me when he locked me

m now, I fina

isted mind, I was the ulti

schemer who had forced his hand with

th every fiber

drops behind me. But as I reached for the first shrimp, a single thought crystallized in m