Collateral For The Mafia Boss

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e felt short

e stiff edge of the leather folder. When I reache

oking. She wasn't cleaning. She was staring at a

sk you somet

didn't even blink. "Is

against the faded floral tablecloth. I opened it, sliding the f

e Mo

r face in a stead

ow him,

slow, deliberate move

asked, Mama. I ne

I've heard the stories. Your father promised me he wouldn't go but he did

now I could see the tears flowing freely on her face. "I'm so sorry Sophie. I

ears. "I would have to give myself to him for a year,

t he wouldn't listen to me. My dear Sophie, I'm sorry." Her eyes glistened with tears as she spoke. And it

nything. Not for hi

te is ruthless. He alw

o down without a fight. I can't just leave ever

her, he wouldn't listen to me. I warned him

chair and reached for

my Sophie."

out." But even as those words came ou

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ger wouldn't

Nina lollipops when we came in to deposit the weekend earning

not loan you at th

ng for a debt restructuring. If I can consolidate

d your account at 8

d it fo

flickering toward the

perfect for five years. You can't do this t

help you. We don't

t. The real reason behin

was a mistake. Obviously, he has

rmation I needed. The system w

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nt straight to a disconnected tone. I decided I couldn't k

ppeared at the house just before dinner. He didn't step insid

e some issues with getting the

I stood there. My own uncle was shutting me

re you really doing this t

ighborhood, Sofia. I have a responsibility to my other tenants. I can't h

some man I don't know for a year? Uncle

lt but you have to do the only se

fore I cou

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he officer behind the desk didn't look up from his paperwork while I

repeated, fina

e but I'm in the proc

is chair creaking. "Did he

d, it's an issue that I'

ose this issue?,"

t y

afraid I can't help you Miss Russo. We can't

die before you

u handle your family's business private

t without a

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house looked like a

ny beat of his music bleeding into the room. Nina was

ould all be erased because of a signature in a l

" she

lling to help because they know Da

ders sagging as if the last of

f us to even hope

a moment alone." I sai

d crying, I wouldn't stop and I did not have time for that. I sat

my room. All the gates had closed in on me and I was left with no choice but to agree to wha

e didn't have to. He had simply tilte

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, I opened the b

ad left it. The tens, the fives, the ones. But beneath the receipt tr

ty card. There was no logo, no name. Instea

ALWAYS

window. Across the street,

that, I wouldn't bel