HEART FULL OF SCARS(MAFIA 18+)

than likely, it seemed, one too many nights of heavy drinking, hard drugging, and wild partying had led to

his apartment witho

ld life as the heir to

urders of his father and broth

us sister who had betrayed thei

blue-eyed, blonde wife who had

's real identity also

phoned Gabriel Nadia, Valentina Scott's mi

up on the

mured, "It

xclaimed, switching to English as soon as

English because she didn't speak Italian

est relating to the job: The kind of poison she used. The pronounced time

Mademoiselle Williams

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. Anthony's tall, dark bodyguard or the

was no

m the vicinity of her latest assignment for a few weeks-to

aybe even Portugal. She heard Costa da Caparica, a popu

hould take on anot

use the money. Pamela wasn't ashamed to admit that she enjoyed the finer things in life. Good food. Designer bags

g they had ripped from her soul, after the purgatory they

was long dead

h in Pablo Micheal's hellish inferno, in hi

liams, was, in essence, a ph

en from the real Pamela

for a long time. She was here for a good time. M

er down, he only knew her as the fictitious and nonexistent Adele Jack, and, as long as he couldn't loca

y, why alarm Gabriel and Mr

tt will be pleased. Joe's existence was such a

ked up. "Oh? Who'

riel drawled in amused t

rowned s

br

rstanding

h

tt was a lov

for them. I'm happy for

ow, I will transfer the first installment of w

w weeks. Large sums of money transfers tended to attract too much attention from banks and author

ement, "thank you for letting me know. It

graciously, "Plea

up short

uld wait. The beaches in Portugal called to her. As she tossed sunscreen and a handful of her favorite Fendi, Burbe

's death marked her

onger fazed her much, especially the lives of dirty, old men like Mr. Anthony. Ridding the world of pigs empowered her in a perverse way. Pamela lik

her a bloodt

bab

rshly as they wished. She no longer felt th

had forsake

appiest of homes in Rabat, away from her kind mot

her in shadows and break her,

innocent, precious Pamela-from her weeping embrace i

fate a single fucki

no one else's-to accept and fulfill. To complain about life, to feel hurt or wro

water, flighty and flexible, a woman with no

uck in a perpetual

she lived, she lived. Wh

off from the Marseille Provence Airport for Portugal, €5,

e Olissippo Lapa Palace, a five-star hotel, and spent the next few days eating well, shopping up

ion, however, her good ti

dancing. As she unlocked the door to her suite, a sixth sense of dread shot through her.

eeted with

re stepping out for the night. It had been an intentional safety measure. She hated returning anywhere in

ng crew turned

ally requested the concierge to keep room service out of her way for the

panic slid do

een the cleani

ept around the ro

ner of her suite, her hand immediately shot towards the Beretta in her purse, wrappi

ly familiar-drifted towards Pamel

d in mocking tones, "Welcome back, Miss Jack. Or is it Mis