Too Late For Regret, Mr. Mafia Boss

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contract-a priceless docume

for over the past five years tor

ée, or you won't leave this room." Ga

doors at the end of the room, as if

is territory; it was my hands that signed those agreements; it was my blood that was sp

he casino contract was signed,

lve family capos, he was

lly widened, and a pale fluorescent light

lines of his face relaxing into

room to welcome

his room filled with the heavy scent of ciga

riel's arm, scanning the

throat, his voice

Serena as the co-commande

fell over the tw

tly as I had been, but a chill crept into my heart, e

inner circle violates family

ce into Gabriel's suit and lett

n table, his eyes locking onto me, the muscles a

f this family, E

d you will not ques

him, offering the men in the r

eds to be on the territory's title

e, my hands clen

turf, the wealth, even the safe houses

dge with two fingers, and tossed it into the tras

red, wrapping a fiercely posses

rena and I are

the lines of his fac

st hand over the encrypt

l make sure you never find work in this city ag

trash can, where the si

rk left by a bullet I took for him. Now, it seeme

I reached into the trash can, retrieved the

had already dr

ly in the rain. It belonged to Dante

uld wipe out two rival families

he was Gabriel's

ling this building, waiting for a signal that

all smile curling on her lips. "Th

y chair letting out a sof

ing into my throat and triggering a dry

the master dr

betraying no hint of wha