Branded : The Mafia Don

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hew, Dusak, the One-Eyed as they

e, the driving force behind his anger was to claim the life of Gaston St. Claire, the

s a man of the

autioned the ho

St. Claire, the eldest daugh

e used when he wanted something from someone, 'Look at her. For when you fina

as he traced a finger over

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ard the woman who said she w

he steadied his breat

ere going to meet the ma

since his aunt and uncle had told him that t

im his

ar as she lurched across the road, drunk, seeking customers, an ageing,

een a wh*re and as desperate a one

ed to grey when he was angry. Not too tall, but broad. He went gymming regularly. he was also in one of the gangs in the s

the photograph. Once Britney, his aunt, had told him of his parentage, h

an iron fist. Eagerly, he had clasped his hands and whistled. Yes, he would also get a fair share of what was HIS enti

brood of siblings

ed to have brought the Don to his knees. The man who had had a formidable reputat

his eyes skimmed the photograph greedily and he looked at the w

st two decades younger than him. He felt a strange desire as he

e and my beloved siblings,' he thoug

ng full well the damage they could do to a person, he studiously refrained from using th

dream

to become

the internet, showing Gaston St Claire glowering at the camera. The man w

fia Don, he thou

er had scurried away after the Don had knocked her up. That was what his aunt Britney had told him, he

after his mother died, and he had be

een all these d

thin smile that had fri

emanded as he paced

d she r

ce to live a luxurious life? Tha

lance, his aunt was totally unlike his mother. The stringy blonde hair his mother had had, was li

inkling that his mo

t the house, dead drunk or wandering on the street

er mentioned G

furiously slamming th

vil b

rowing his head back and

h man, Daddy O, he thought and threw

ton St. Claire stared