In the Shadows of the Mafia Lord

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choice; it was a survival in

for what I hoped would be the last time. The weight of everything I had uncovered about

ut through the darknes

pounding. I had ho

icker of fury in them unmistakable. "W

ing my voice to stay steady

napped, his steps closing the di

p, my hand tightening around the knife

n my wrist. "Let go of me, you motherf

there without me? Do you even

ck, yanking my arm free. "

us thick with tension. "If you walk o

in my chest nearly unbearabl

onster, you hav

ning. The world outside his walls was cruel and unforgiving, but

rried a threat, every unfamiliar face a potential enemy. Bu

we stared at the dimly lit warehouse tha

ed. "But that'

s with nothing to lose and everything to gain. They didn't trust

an to circulate in the underworld

ting eyes approached me in the club

arisol," he said, his t

ded, my fingers twitching towar

ed closer, his voice dropping. "And someone who

oiled in my gut. "Then I guess it's

known he would

y club, his presence commanding as ever. M

he said, his voice

ael?" I asked, crossing my arms

tepped closer, his gaze burning into mine. "A

spat, though m

forcing me to meet his eyes. "Careful, M

I growled, yanking free. "I

was cold and cruel. "

ellowed with age. My father's handwriting was unmis

ding this, it means I

als that went far deeper than I had realized. My father had been more

t a piece of my past. He

inally came, it was as e

trembling with fury. "You knew

stepped closer, his expression un

? For my father?

e was answ

the tears I had fought so hard to

ce quiet but deadly. "You think you're any bette

ack down. "Maybe I have. But at least I can

challenged, hi

for a moment, I thought he might walk away. But instea

mured, his voice both

back. "Not anymore."

ght have been the key to my past, but he was no longer the master of m