The Mafia King's Ruthless Claim

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had her father's gray eyes and none of his patience. She wore a school blazer with

hands. He was staring up at the chandelier, at the marble floor, at the

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ned and walked away down the upstairs hall without another word, and

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. I squeezed his

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, with soft cheeks and reading glasses on a beaded chain around her neck. For two years she had been the

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sudden,"

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ard the kitchen, and I stood alone in the hall w

hat happened in this house. I

s that looked out over the gardens. It was bigger than our whole apartment. There was a four poster bed with

n the far wall, made of dark w

Dean said from the hall.

her that made me f

ars. There was a desk, a lamp and a shelf of brand new books still in their plastic. Milo walked in, set Cap

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nd I ate pasta at one end of a table built for twenty, under a painting of a woman in

I told myself I was learning the h

ences. Don't go into the east wing. Don't go into the cellar. Don't let Milo leave

en one of them bef

nging open. I went to shut it, out of habit, and saw a stack o

have looke

t, her head thrown back, the sun on her face. A little girl sat in h

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w, and I shoved the frame back, closed the closet and

n't know yet. A clock chiming somewhere far away. Wind in the chimney. Once, fo

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t, my door c

her phone clutched against her chest with both hands. In the dim light fro

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somewhere below us, in a house where everyone was s